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Lithely on their strings swing the many-coloured lanterns, / For this is the Feast of Lanterns; / And Pennyfields and West India Dock Road / Are to-night a part of my own country, / Aglow with the hues of the Peacock's Tail, / Very amiable to the eye.
In a recess of my heart / Is a poor street hung with lanterns. / These lanterns are my thoughts, / And they are lighted at the last hours of the evenings, / When through this street / Walks the willowy maiden from the tea-shop across the road.