London's Summer Morning

Who has not waked to list the busy sounds
______ summer’s morning, in the sultry smoke
Of noisy London? ______ the pavement hot
The sooty chimney-boy, with dingy face
______ tattered covering, shrilly bawls his trade,
Rousing the sleepy housemaid. At the door
The milk-pail rattles, and the tinkling ______
Proclaims the dustman’s office; while the street
Is lost ______ clouds impervious. Now begins
The din of hackney-coaches, waggons, carts;
While tinmen’s shops, and noisy trunk-makers,
Knife-grinders, coopers, squeaking cork-cutters,
Fruit-barrows, and the hunger-giving cries
Of vegetable-vendors, fill the air.
Now every shop displays its varied trade,
And the fresh-sprinkled pavement cools the feet
Of early walkers. At the ______ door
The ruddy housemaid twirls the busy mop,
Annoying ______ smart ’prentice, or neat girl,
Tripping with band-box lightly. ______ the sun
Darts burning splendor on the glittering pane,
______ where the canvas awning throws a shade
On the ______ merchandise. Now, spruce and trim,
In shops (where beauty ______ with industry)
Sits the smart damsel; while the passenger
______ through the window, watching every charm.
Now pastry dainties ______ the eye minute
Of humming insects, while the limy ______
Waits to enthrall them. Now the lamp-lighter
Mounts the ______ ladder, nimbly venturous,
To trim the half-filled lamps, while ______ his feet
The pot-boy yells discordant! All along
The ______ pavement, the old-clothes-man cries
In tone monotonous, while sidelong ______
The area for his traffic: now the bag
Is ______ opened, and the half-worn suit
(Sometimes the pilfered treasure ______ the base
Domestic spoiler), for one half its worth,
______ in the green abyss. The porter now
Bears his ______ load along the burning way;
And the poor poet ______ from busy dreams,
To paint the summer morning.

And Now Of On Peeps Save Sinks at bell catch gay huge in of private slyly smiles snare sultry tall the views wakes