1 There were grand men among them.
2 Should be to help our fellow men.
3 They heard dead men rolling barrels.
4 The young men worked in shirt sleeves.
5 Dukes, priests, shepherds, pilgrims and serving men took hands and danced.
6 Young men in shorts leapt out on one side; girls with skin-coloured legs on the other.
7 Many old men had only their India--old men in clubs, old men in rooms off Jermyn Street.
8 Chauffeurs were jumping down; here old ladies gingerly advanced black legs with silver-buckled shoes; old men striped trousers.
9 Children, young men, young women, some carrying hampers, others butterfly nets, others spy-glasses, others tin botanical cases arrive.
10 Young men and women--Jim, Iris, David, Jessica--were even now busy with garlands of red and white paper roses left over from the Coronation.
11 They remembered--the curtains blowing, and the men crying: "All a blowing, all a growing," as they came with geraniums, sweet william, in pots, down the street.
12 Thick of waist, large of limb, and, save for her hair, fashionable in the tight modern way, she never looked like Sappho, or one of the beautiful young men whose photographs adorned the weekly papers.
13 The sun was sinking; the colours were merging; and the view was saying how after toil men rest from their labours; how coolness comes; reason prevails; and having unharnessed the team from the plough, neighbours dig in cottage gardens and lean over cottage gates.