Out of town the sky was bright and blue,

Never fog-cloud, lowering, thick, was seen to frown;

Nature dons a garb of gayer hue,

Out of town.

Spotless lay the snow on field and down,

Pure and keen the air above it blew;

All wore peace and beauty for a crown.

London sky, marred by smoke, veiled from view,

London snow, trodden thin, dingy brown,

Whence that strange unrest at thoughts of you

Out of town?