At The Feast Of Lanterns

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Title:     At The Feast Of Lanterns
Author: Thomas Burke [More Titles by Burke]

Lithely on their strings swing the many-coloured lanterns,
For this is the Feast of Lanterns;
And Pennyfields and West India Dock Road
Are to-night a part of my own country,
Aglow with the hues of the Peacock's Tail,
Very amiable to the eye.

In a recess of my heart
Is a poor street hung with lanterns.
These lanterns are my thoughts,
And they are lighted at the last hours of the evenings,
When through this street
Walks the willowy maiden from the tea-shop across the road.

[The end]
Thomas Burke's poem: At The Feast Of Lanterns

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