Lord, Reserve For Me A Crown, And

And London Shops On Christmas Eve Are Strung With Silver Bells And Flowers As Hurrying Clerks The City Leave To Pigeon-haunted Classic Towers, And Marbled Clouds Go Scudding By The Many-steepled London Sky

One Mark Of Good Verse Is Surprise

Approval Of What Is Approved Of Is As False As A Well-kept Vow.

Imprisoned In A Cage Of Sound, Even The Trivial Seems Profound

People's Backyards Are Much More Interesting Than Their Front Gardens, And Houses That Back On To Railways Are Public Benefactors.