And now I'll leave my work and sally forth. The city is ~en fete~.
I'll join the crowd and laugh and sing with the best.



The sunshine seeks my little room
To tell me Paris streets are gay;
That children cry the lily bloom
All up and down the leafy way;
That half the town is mad with May,
With flame of flag and boom of bell:
For Carnival is King to-day;
So pen and page, awhile farewell.





BOOK TWO

EARLY SUMMER





I