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Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke

Alexander Smith (1830–1867)

Extract from Horton

CAN pensive Spring, a snowdrop in his hand,

A solitary lark above his head,

Laugh like the jovial sinner in his cups?

I vote for Winter! Why, you know the “Crown,”

The rows of pewter winking in the light,

The mighty egg-flip at the sanded bar,

The nine-pins, skittles, silent dominoes,

The bellied landlord with his purple head,

Like a red cabbage on December morn

Crusted with snow. His buxom daughter, Bess—

A dahlia, not a rosebud—she who bears

The foaming porter to the guests, and laughs

The loudest at their wit. Can any Summer

Build you a nest like that?