John Betjeman is in the park with a lady friend.
"Among the loud Americans, Zwei Englender were we."

IN THE PUBLIC GARDENS
In the Public Gardens,
To the airs of Strauss,
Eingang we're in love again
When ausgang we were aus.
The waltz was played, the songs were sung,
The night resolved our fears;
From bunchy boughs the lime trees hung
Their gold electroliers.
Among the loud Americans
Zwei Englender were we,
You so white and frail and pale
And me so deeply me;
I bought for you a dark-red rose,
I saw your grey-green eyes,
As high above the floodlights,
The true moon sailed the skies.
In the Public Gardens,
Ended things begin;
Ausgang we were out of love
Und eingang we are in.
John Betjeman













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