England and Yesterday

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>II.<br/><small>FOG.</small></h2> <div class="poetry-container"> <div class="poetry"> <div class="verse">Like bodiless water passing in a sigh,</div> <div class="verse">Through palsied streets the fatal shadows flow,</div> <div class="verse">And in their sharp disastrous undertow</div> <div class="verse">Suck in the morning sun, and all the sky.</div> <div class="verse">The towery vista sinks upon the eye,</div> <div class="verse">As if it heard the horns of Jericho,</div> <div class="verse">Black and dissolved; nor could the founders know</div> <div class="verse">How what was built so bright should daily die.</div> <div class="verse">Thy mood with man’s is broken and blent in,</div> <div class="verse">City of Stains! and ache of thought doth drown</div> <div class="verse">The generous light in which thy life began.</div> <div class="verse">Great as thy dole is, smirchèd with his sin,</div> <div class="verse">Greater and elder yet the love of man</div> <div class="verse">Full in thy look, though the dark visor’s down.</div> </div></div> <hr> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />