Thus stode I in the frytthy forest of Galtres, […]

conducent to the good success of this business

Then the rain; Twelve miles of downward water like one dart, And in one leap were launched along the plain, To break the budding flower and flood the grain, And keep with dripping sound an undersong Amid the wheeling thunder all night long.

I LIKE to meet a sweep - understand me - not a grown sweeper - old chimney sweepers are by no means attractive -but one of those tender novices , blooming through their first nigritude