From a college window


THE glimmer of the limes, sun-heavy, sleeping,
   Goes trembling past me up the College wall.
Below, the lawn, in soft blue shade is keeping,
   The daisy-froth quiescent, softly in thrall.
Beyond the leaves that overhang the street,
  Along the flagged, clean pavement summer-white,
Passes the world with shadows at their feet
   Going left and right.
Remote, although I hear the beggar's cough,
   See the woman's twinkling fingers tend him a
I sit absolved, assured I am better off
   Beyond a world I never want to join.


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