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By Olive Custance

Wild heart in me that frets and grieves,

Imprisoned here against your will ...

Sad heart that dreams of rainbow wings ...

See! I have found some golden things!

The poplar trees on Primrose Hill

With all their shining play of leaves ...

And London like a silver bride,

That will not put her veil aside!

Proud London like a painted Queen,

Whose crown is heavy on her head ...

City of sorrow and desire,

Under a sky of opal fire,

Amber and amethyst and red ...

And how divine the day has been!

For every dawn God builds again

This world of beauty and of pain....

Wild heart that hungers for delight,

Imprisoned here against your will;

Sad heart, so eager to be gay!

Loving earth’s lovely things ... the play

Of wind and leaves on Primrose Hill ...

Or London dreaming of the night ...

Adventurous heart, on beauty bent,

That only Heaven could quite content!