The ink sings
It's on the bag

A fountain's slender spurtle

Dusk in Anita's magic garden with the Manneken Pis fountain / New Jersey / April 2009

SIR POET, ere you crossed the lawn
  (If it was wrong to watch you, pardon),
Behind this weeping birch withdrawn,
  I watched you saunter round the garden.
I saw you bend beside the phlox,
  Pluck, as you passed, a sprig of myrtle,
Review my well-ranged hollyhocks,
  Smile at the fountain's slender spurtle;

  ~ from A Garden Idyll by Austin Dobson


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