Tuesday, May 30, 2017

221B, By Vincent Starrett

Hello again! I really like this sonnet that was written about Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. 
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221B
Vincent Starrett

Here dwell together still two men of note
Who never lived and so can never die:
How very near they seem, yet how remote
That age before the world went all awry.
But still the game's afoot for those with ears
Attuned to catch the distant  view-halloo:
England is England yet, for all our fears
Only those things the heart believes are true.

A yellow fog swirls past the window pane
As night descends upon this fabled street:
A lonely hansom splashes through the rain,
The ghostly gas lamps fail at twenty feet.
Here, though the world explode, these two survive,
And it is always eighteen ninety-five. 
 

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