Transcription for "John Masefield's poem" |
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Ostrich feathers and elephant tusks, Hundreds of tons of costly tea, Packed in wool by the Cingalee, And a myriad of drugs which disagree. Cinnamon, myrrh, and mace you showed, Golden Paradise birds that glowed, More cigars than a man could count, And a billion cloves in an odorous mount, And a choice port wine from a bright glass fount. You showed, for a most delightful hour, The wealth of the world and London’s power’. |