Robert W. Service

The Sunshine Seeks my Little Room

The sunshine seeks my little room
To tell me Paris streets are gay;
That children cry the lily bloom
All up and down the leafy way;
That half the town is mad with May,
With flame of flag and boom of bell:
For Carnival is King to—day;
So pen and page, awhile farewell.

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