Judd Street, St. Pancras

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Title:     Judd Street, St. Pancras
Author: John Presland [More Titles by Presland]

My dwelling has a courtyard wide
Where lord with lady well might pace,
--Such silks and velvets side by side,
And she a fan to shield her face!--
It's fine as any king's;
For there I see on either hand
The whole great stretch of London lie;
--Just so as any king might stand
Upon his roof, to watch go by
The flashing pigeon wings.

Just so a king might look abroad:
"And this is all my own," says he,
And then he'd turn to some great lord,
Who'd acquiesce with gravity
--But that I do without,
For all of lord there is up here
Is this impassive chimney-stack,
And cloudy be my view or clear
My courtier will not answer back;
All silent I look out,

And see the flight of roofs that fade
Towards the West in golden haze,
And all this work men's hands have made
Like jewels in the sun's last rays--
I have a dwelling wide;
Three rooms are mine, but I can go
Up to this roof in shade or shine,
And watch all London change and glow
Rose, purple, gold; three rooms are mine--
And all of heaven beside.

[The end]
John Presland's poem: Judd Street, St. Pancras

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