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Miss Thompson at Home	A
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In her lone cottage on the downs	B
With winds and blizzards and great crowns	B
Of shining cloud with wheeling plover	C
And short grass sweet with the small white clover	C
Miss Thompson lived correct and meek	D
A lonely spinster and every week	D
On market day she used to go	E
Into the little town below	E
Tucked in the great downs' hollow bowl	F
Like pebbles gathered in a shoal	F
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She goes a Marketing	G
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So having washed her plates and cup	H
And banked the kitchen fire up	H
Miss Thompson slipped upstairs and dressed	I
Put on her black her second best	I
The bonnet trimmed with rusty plush	J
Peeped in the glass with simpering blush	J
From camphor smelling cupboard took	K
Her thicker jacket off the hook	K
Because the day might turn to cold	L
Then ready slipped downstairs and rolled	L
The hearthrug back then searched about	M
Found her basket ventured out	M
Snecked the door and paused to lock it	N
And plunge the key in some deep pocket	O
Then as she tripped demurely down	P
The steep descent the little town	P
Spread wider till its sprawling street	Q
Enclosed her and her footfalls beat	Q
On hard stone pavement and she felt	R
Those throbbing ecstasies that melt	R
Through heart and mind as happy free	S
Her small prim personality	S
Merged into the seething strife	T
Of auction marts and city life	T
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She visits the Boot maker	C
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Serenely down the busy stream	U
Miss Thompson floated in a dream	U
Now hovering bee like she would stop	V
Entranced before some tempting shop	V
Getting in people's way and prying	G
At things she never thought of buying	G
Now wafted on without an aim	W
Until in course of time she came	W
To Watson's bootshop Long she pries	X
At boots and shoes of every size	X
Brown football boots with bar and stud	Y
For boys that scuffle in the mud	Y
And dancing pumps with pointed toes	Z
Glossy as jet and dull black bows	A2
Slim ladies' shoes with two inch heel	F
And sprinkled beads of gold and steel	F
'How anyone can wear such things '	-
On either side the doorway springs	B2
As in a tropic jungle loom	C2
Masses of strange thick petalled bloom	C2
And fruits mis shapen fold on fold	L
A growth of sand shoes rubber soled	L
Clambering the door posts branching spawning	G
Their barbarous bunches like an awning	G
Over the windows and the doors	D2
But framed among the other stores	D2
Something has caught Miss Thompson's eye	E2
O worldliness O vanity	L
A pair of slippers scarlet plush	J
Miss Thompson feels a conscious blush	J
Suffuse her face as though her thought	L
Had ventured further than it ought	L
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But O that colour's rapturous singing	G
And the answer in her lone heart ringing	G
She turns O Guardian Angels stop her	C
From doing anything improper	C
She turns and see she stoops and bungles	D2
In through the sand shoes' hanging jungles	D2
Away from light and common sense	D2
Into the shop dim lit and dense	D2
With smells of polish and tanned hide	L
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Mrs Watson	F2
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Soon from a dark recess inside	L
Fat Mrs Watson comes slip slop	V
To mind the business of the shop	V
She walks flat footed with a roll	F
A serviceable homely soul	F
With kindly ugly face like dough	L
Hair dull and colourless as tow	L
A huge Scotch pebble fills the space	D2
Between her bosom and her face	D2
One sees her making beds all day	L
Miss Thompson lets her say her say	L
'So chilly for the time of year	G2
It's ages since we saw you here '	-
Then heart a flutter speech precise	D2
Describes the shoes and asks the price	D2
'Them Miss Ah them is six and nine '	-
Miss Thompson shudders down the spine	H2
Dream of impossible romance	D2
She eyes them with a wistful glance	D2
Torn between good and evil Yes	D2
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Wrestles with a Temptation	F2
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For half a minute and no less	D2
Miss Thompson strives with seven devils	D2
Then soaring over earthly levels	D2
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And is Saved	L
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Turns from the shoes with lingering touch	I2
'Ah six and nine is far too much	I2
Sorry to trouble you Good day '	-
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She visits the Fish monger	C
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A little further down the way	L
Stands Miles's fish shop whence is shed	L
So strong a smell of fishes dead	L
That people of a subtler sense	D2
Hold their breath and hurry thence	D2
Miss Thompson hovers there and gazes	D2
Her housewife's knowing eye appraises	D2
Salt and fresh severely cons	D2
Kippers bright as tarnished bronze	D2
Great cods disposed upon the sill	F
Chilly and wet with gaping gill	F
Flat head glazed eye and mute uncouth	J2
Shapeless wan old woman's mouth	K2
Next a row of soles and plaice	D2
With querulous and twisted face	D2
And red eyed bloaters golden grey	L
Smoked haddocks ranked in neat array	L
A group of smelts that take the light	L
Like slips of rainbow pearly bright	L
Silver trout with rosy spots	D2
And coral shrimps with keen black dots	D2
For eyes and hard and jointed sheath	L2
And crisp tails curving underneath	L2
But there upon the sanded floor	M2
More wonderful in all that store	M2
Than anything on slab or shelf	N2
Stood Miles the fishmonger himself	N2
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Mr Miles	D2
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Four square he stood and filled the place	D2
His huge hands and his jolly face	D2
Were red He had a mouth to quaff	N2
Pint after pint a sounding laugh	N2
But wheezy at the end and oft	L
His eyes bulged outwards and he coughed	L
Aproned he stood from chin to toe	L
The apron's vertical long flow	L
Warped grandly outwards to display	L
His hale round belly hung midway	L
Whose apex was securely bound	L
With apron strings wrapped round and round	L
Outside Miss Thompson small and staid	L
Felt as she always felt afraid	L
Of this huge man who laughed so loud	L
And drew the notice of the crowd	L
Awhile she paused in timid thought	L
Then promptly hurried in and bought	L
'Two kippers please Yes lovely weather '	-
'Two kippers Sixpence altogether '	-
And in her basket laid the pair	O2
Wrapped face to face in newspaper	C
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Relapses into Temptation	F2
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Then on she went as one half blind	L
For things were stirring in her mind	L
Then turned about with fixed intent	L
And heading for the bootshop went	L
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And Falls	D2
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Straight in and bought the scarlet slippers	D2
And popped them in beside the kippers	D2
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She visits the Chemist	L
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So much for that From there she tacked	L
Still flushed by this decisive act	L
Westward and came without a stop	V
To Mr Wren the chemist's shop	V
And stood awhile outside to see	D2
The tall big bellied bottles three	D2
Red blue and emerald richly bright	L
Each with its burning core of light	L
The bell chimed as she pushed the door	M2
Spotless the oilcloth on the floor	M2
Limpid as water each glass case	D2
Each thing precisely in its place	D2
Rows of small drawers black lettered each	P2
With curious words of foreign speech	P2
Ranked high above the other ware	O2
The old strange fragrance filled the air	O2
A fragrance like the garden pink	Q2
But tinged with vague medicinal stink	Q2
Of camphor soap new sponges blent	L
With chloroform and violet scent	L
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Mr Wren	R2
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And Wren the chemist tall and spare	O2
Stood gaunt behind his counter there	O2
Quiet and very wise he seemed	L
With skull like face bald head that gleamed	L
Through spectacles his eyes looked kind	L
He wore a pencil tucked behind	L
His ear And never he mistakes	D2
The wildest signs the doctor makes	D2
Prescribing drugs Brown paper string	G
He will not use for any thing	G
But all in neat white parcels packs	D2
And sticks them up with sealing wax	D2
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed and then	R2
Undoubting bought of Mr Wren	R2
Being free from modern scepticism	C2
A bottle for her rheumatism	C2
Also some peppermints to take	S2
In case of wind an oval cake	S2
Of scented soap a penny square	O2
Of pungent naphthaline to scare	O2
The moth And after Wren had wrapped	L
And sealed the lot Miss Thompson clapped	L
Them in beside the fish and shoes	D2
'Good day ' she says and off she goes	D2
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Is Led away to the Pleasure of the Town	P
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Beelike Miss Thompson whither next	L
Outside you pause awhile perplext	L
Your bearings lost Then all comes back	T2
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Such as Groceries and Millinery	O2
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And round she wheels hot on the track	T2
Of Giles the grocer and from there	O2
To Emilie the milliner	O2
There to be tempted by the sight	L
Of hats and blouses fiercely bright	L
O guard Miss Thompson Powers that Be	D2
From Crudeness and Vulgarity	D2
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And other Allurements	D2
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Still on from shop to shop she goes	D2
With sharp bird's eye enquiring nose	D2
Prying and peering entering some	C2
Oblivious of the thought of home	C2
The town brimmed up with deep blue haze	D2
But still she stayed to flit and gaze	D2
Her eyes ablur with rapturous sights	D2
Her small soul full of small delights	D2
Empty her purse her basket filled	L
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But at length is Convinced of Indiscretion	F2
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The traffic in the town was stilled	L
The clock struck six Men thronged the inns	D2
Dear dear she should be home long since	D2
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And Returns Home	C2
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Then as she climbed the misty downs	D2
The lamps were lighted in the town's	D2
Small streets She saw them star by star	O2
Multiplying from afar	O2
Till mapped beneath her she could trace	D2
Each street and the wide square market place	D2
Sunk deeper and deeper as she went	L
Higher up the steep ascent	L
And all that soul uplifting stir	O2
Step by step fell back from her	O2
The glory gone the blossoming	G
Shrivelled and she a small frail thing	G
Carrying her laden basket Till	F
Darkness and silence of the hill	F
Received her in their restful care	O2
And stars came dropping through the air	O2
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But loudly sweetly sang the slippers	D2
In the basket with the kippers	D2
And loud and sweet the answering thrills	D2
From her lone heart on the hills	D2