The rain has washed my London clean, The win has swept the dust away, The rain has made her fresh and green, The sun has made her gay How prettily she wears her gown of lilac bloom, or blushing rose How lovely looks my London Town Where lush laburnum blows Her massagers are on the wing, For, somewhere in an apple tree, A blackbird's singing to the Springs His boyish song of glee! And oh, my heart takes up his lay Of repture felt, and yet unseen So lovely London is, so gay, So fresh, and cool, and green. Cassandra Page Turner