In Whitstable there is a place
Which has been lent a winsome face
By application of that flair
Required to bring a lightsome air
Where once an outworn ambience
Restricted carefree dalliance.
The garden, partly hid before,
Now blows beyond a picture door,
While through the glass the sky's commanding azure
Commends the change from minor key to major.
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