England and Yesterday

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>X.<br/><small>A PORCH IN BELGRAVIA.</small></h2> <div class="poetry-container"> <div class="poetry"> <div class="verse">When, after dawn, the lordly houses hide</div> <div class="verse">Till you fall foul of it, some piteous guest,</div> <div class="verse">(Some girl the damp stones gather to their breast,</div> <div class="verse">Her gold hair rough, her rebel garment wide,</div> <div class="verse">Who sleeps, with all that luck and life denied</div> <div class="verse">Camped round, and dreams how seaward and southwest</div> <div class="verse">Blue over Devon farms the smoke-rings rest,</div> <div class="verse">And sheep and lambs ascend the lit hillside,)</div> <div class="verse">Dear, of your charity, speak low, step soft,</div> <div class="verse">Pray for a sinner. Planet-like and still,</div> <div class="verse">Best hearts of all are sometimes set aloft</div> <div class="verse">Only to see and pass, nor yet deplore</div> <div class="verse">Even Wrong itself, crowned Wrong inscrutable,</div> <div class="verse">Which cannot but have been, for evermore.</div> </div></div> <hr> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />