Along a dark and dirty alley under anvil leaden skies,
Flowers on a window sill would come as a suprise,
And even if the grubby walls had not been blitzed and scarred,
Beauty does not last too long when life is grim and hard,
But in this misery, a splash of gold behind some grimy glass,
An oasis of loveliness, in squaller, if any chanced to pass,
To conjure up this strange scene beneath the darkened skies,
To bring daffodils into poverty cheers one walking by,
Someone in that ugly house that has caught the suns pale gleam,
Someone in that gloomy room had dared to dream a dream,
Someone wiser than they knew, had done a lovely thing,
And brought into that ruined street the magic of the Spring.
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