To Vauxhall: "The English Garden"

The cold transparent ham is on my fork

It hardly rains--and hark the bell!--ding dingle

Away! Three thousand feet at gravel work,

Mocking a Vauxhall shower!--Married and single

Crush--rush;--soaked 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 upturned! Whish-ish!--on high

The rocket rushes, trails, just steals in sight--

Then droops and melts in bubbles of blue light--

And darkness reigns--then balls flare up and die--

Wheels whiz--smack crackers--serpents twist--and then

Back to the cold transparent ham again!

"The English Garden" a poem in 4 books by William Mason.