England and Yesterday

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>XI.<br/><small>YORK STAIRS.</small></h2> <div class="poetry-container"> <div class="poetry"> <div class="verse">Many a musing eye returns to thee,</div> <div class="verse">Against the formal street disconsolate,</div> <div class="verse">Who kept in green domains thy bridal state,</div> <div class="verse">With young tide-waters leaping at thy knee;</div> <div class="verse">And lest the ravening smoke, and enmity</div> <div class="verse">Corrode thee quite, thy lover sighs, and straight</div> <div class="verse">Desires thee safe afar, too graceful gate!</div> <div class="verse">Throned on a terrace of the Boboli.</div> <div class="verse">Nay, nay, thy use is here. Stand queenly thus</div> <div class="verse">Till the next fury; teach the time and us</div> <div class="verse">Leisure and will to draw a serious breath:</div> <div class="verse">Not wholly where thou art the soul is cowed,</div> <div class="verse">Nor the fooled capital proclaims aloud</div> <div class="verse">Barter is god, while Beauty perisheth.</div> </div></div> <hr> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />