A wedding in the shire.

 
　
We sold a picture of some flowers in Londinium,
South African art,
the artist fills the rich man’s cart,
be good to your mum.
 
A hand fasting in the family,
that will last and last,
apples on the tree,
dancing forever and free.
 
The rain pours down,
outside the dark, warm village pub,
old John passes the ready rub,
the maid will have a crown.
 
Sunshine on a rainy day,
hope is garlanded with flowers,
whiling away the poetry hours;
such is love,
such is the May.

 
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