The English Garden.Mason
The cold transparent ham is on my fork
It hardly rainsand hark the bell!ding-dingle
Away! Three thousand feet at gravel work,
Mocking a Vauxhall shower!Married and Single
Crushrush;Soakd Silks with wet white Satin mingle.
Hengler! Madame! round whom all bright sparks lurk
Calls audibly on Mr. and Mrs. Pringle
To study the Sublime, &c.(vide Burke)
All Noses are upturnd!Whish-ish!On high
The rocket rushestrailsjust steals in sight
Then droops and melts in bubbles of blue light
And Darkness reignsThen balls flare up and die
Wheels whizsmack crackersserpents twistand then
Back to the cold transparent ham again!
Sonnet to Vauxhall
written byThomas Hood
© Thomas Hood