England and Yesterday

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>III.<br/><small>S. PETER-AD-VINCULA.</small></h2> <div class="poetry-container"> <div class="poetry"> <div class="verse">Too well I know, pacing the place of awe,</div> <div class="verse">Three queens, young save in trouble, moulder by;</div> <div class="verse">More in his halo, Monmouth’s mocking eye,</div> <div class="verse">The eagle Essex in a harpy’s claw;</div> <div class="verse">Seymour and Dudley, and stout heads that saw</div> <div class="verse">Sundown of Scotland: how with treasons lie</div> <div class="verse">White martyrdoms; rank in a company</div> <div class="verse">Breaker and builder of the eternal law.</div> <div class="verse">Oft as I come, the bitter garden-row</div> <div class="verse">Of ruined roses hanging from the stem,</div> <div class="verse">Where winds of old defeat yet batter them,</div> <div class="verse">Infects me: suddenly must I depart,</div> <div class="verse">Ere thought of men’s injustice then, and now,</div> <div class="verse">Add to these aisles one other broken heart.</div> </div></div> <hr> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />