All still and dim the house has been

Shadowed against the furious sun

And I have missed my dearest one...

I see the way you look 

An angel must have prayed!

I eat the food you cook...

Reaching out across this day,

Missing you in every way,

I feel such desire to delight...

Has anybody seen the Queen of Brentford?

She goes by foot… she goes by bus

She no longer has her chariot...

Even the dull eternal afternoon 

Lit dustily by sun on the Eastern side

Of dear old Mafeking gleams...

I hardly dare to write. You open a door,

A pile of crushing cares stacked up behind it

Tumble on you, and smothers: the great store...

Just now I strode the road, wondering where

Happiness lies. Does happiness lie?

Is so much of that for which we care...

Now you have made a great day.

As sleep draws curtains over Cassie’s mind

Sweet and lasting things are left behind...

Allie, I’m reaching out, I’m reaching out. 

Here, Allie, hold. Hold my sinful hand.

My darling...

Come, have a drink with me – 

Care can swallow love,

And tasks devour time...