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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Idler’s Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. May
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THE LONDON SEASON

 I still love London in the month of May,
 By an old habit, spite of dust and din.
 I love the fair adulterous world, whose way
 Is by the pleasant banks of Serpentine.
 I love the worshippers at fashion`s shrine,
 The flowers, the incense, and the pageantry
 Of generations which still ask a sign
 Of that dear god, whose votary am I.

 I love the ``greetings in the market--place,``
 The jargon of the clubs. I love to view
 The ``gilded youth`` who at the window pass,
 For ever smiling smiles for ever new.
 I love these men and women at their task
 Of hunting pleasure. Hope, mysterious too,
 Touches my arm and points, and seems to ask
 ``And you, have you no Juliet in the masque?``
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