“The grey streets of London are greyer than the stone,
The grey streets of London where I must walk my lone,
The stony city pavements are hard to tread, alas!
My heart and feet are aching for the Irish grass.”
(K. Tynan in The grey streets of London)
“Chat, chat, chat,
Chat noir, chat blanc, chat gris,
Charmant chat couché,
Chat, chat, chat
N’entends-tu pas les souris
Danser à trois les entrechats
Sur le plancher?”
(A.J.L. Leclère in Chanson du chat qui dort)
“Home of my heart, when wilt thou ope
Thy silent doors to let me in?
What! not one glimpse to quicken hope
Of all that I aspire to win?”
(A.Ch. Benson in Home of my heart)
“Why did he choose to come to my door,
the wandering youth, when the day dawned?
As I come in and out I pass by him every time …”
(R.Tagore in the gardener)