[Brian Allgar]

I doubt if I'll send this one in, but I couldn't resist it. (Anything to avoid getting on with my work.)

Tennyson

Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, Night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the roses blown.

For a breeze of morning moves,
And the planet of Love is on high,
Beginning to faint in the light that she loves
On a bed of daffodil sky,
To faint in the light of the sun she loves,
To faint in his light, and to die.

Maud (who is slightly hard of hearing)

How dare you, Sir, refer to her,
xxMy mother, Mrs Knight,
As “black bat” - Eek! What frightful cheek!
xxAnd now you want a light
To smoke your Woodbine by the gate -
xxNo wonder you’re alone;
Tobacco breath I really hate,
xxSo fester on your own.

My sister Rose lives virtuously,
xxAs everybody knows,
And yet, it seems, you’re telling me
xxYou’ve just been blown by Rose.
Well, take your Woodbine, burning still,
xxAnd shove it, poet mine,
Beneath a sky of daffodil,
xxWhere sunlight doesn't shine.

P.S. Help! Can someone please tell me why lines can't be indented on this site?