LXIV + 

The morn is full of holiday: loud bells + 

With rival clamors ring from every spire; + 

Cunningly-station’d music dies and swells + 

In echoing places; when the winds respire, + 

Light flags stream out like gauzy tongues of fire; + 

A metropolitan murmur, lifeful, warm, + 

Comes from the northern suburbs; rich attire + 

Freckles with red and gold the moving swarm; + 

While here and there clear trumpets blow a keen alarm. + 