The Dog Beneath the Skin, or Where Is Franics?: A Play in Three Acts

The Dog Beneath the Skin, or Where Is Franics?: A Play in Three Acts

The Dog Beneath the Skin, or Where Is Franics?: A Play in Three Acts

The Dog Beneath the Skin, or Where Is Franics?: A Play in Three Acts

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CHORUS

The Summer holds: upon its glittering lake

Lie Europe and the islands; many rivers

Wrinkling its surface like a ploughman's palm.

Under the bellies of the grazing horses

On the far side of posts and bridges

The vigorous shadows dwindle; nothing wavers.

Calm at this moment the Dutch sea so shallow

That sunk St Pauls would ever show its golden cross

And still the deep water that divides us still from Nor-way.

We would show you at first an English village: You shall choose its location

Wherever your heart directs you most longingly to look; you are loving towards it:

Whether north to Scots Gap and Bellingham where the black rams defy the panting engine:

Or west to the Welsh Marches; to the lilting speech and the magicians' faces:

Wherever you were a child or had your first affair

There it stands amidst your darling scenery:

A parish bounded by the wreckers' cliff; or meadows where browse the Shorthorn and the maplike Fri-sian

As at Trent Junction where the Soar comes gliding; out of green Leicestershire to swell the ampler current.

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