22 POT-POURRI FROM A SURREY GARDEN 



And butterflies with gauzy wings, 



And birds and bees, and cows and sbeep, 



And fruit and flowers, and all the things 

 You see when you are sound asleep. 



For, creeping softly underneath 



The door when all the lights are out, 

 John Prost takes every breath you breathe, 



And knows the things you think about. 



He paints them on the window-pane, 



In fairy lines, with frozen steam ; 

 And when you wake, you see again 



The wondrous things you saw in dream. 



Londoners have the great advantage, in hard frosts, 

 of being able to enjoy these frozen pictures, for nowhere 

 can they be seen to such perfection as on the large 

 window-panes of Cold empty shops. Many people must 

 have remarked this last winter. 



