England and Yesterday

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>XII.<br/><small>IN THE DOCKS.</small></h2> <div class="poetry-container"> <div class="poetry"> <div class="verse">Where the bales thunder till the day is done,</div> <div class="verse">And the wild sounds with wilder odours cope;</div> <div class="verse">Where over crouching sail and coiling rope,</div> <div class="verse">Lascar and Moor along the gangway run;</div> <div class="verse">Where stifled Thames spreads in the pallid sun,</div> <div class="verse">A hive of anarchy from slope to slope;</div> <div class="verse">Flag of my birth, my liberty, my hope,</div> <div class="verse">I see thee at the masthead, joyous one!</div> <div class="verse">O thou good guest! So oft as, young and warm,</div> <div class="verse">To the home-wind thy hoisted colours bound,</div> <div class="verse">Away, away from this too thoughtful ground,</div> <div class="verse">Sodden with human trespass and despair,</div> <div class="verse">Thee only, from the desert, from the storm,</div> <div class="verse">A sick mind follows into Eden air.</div> </div></div> <hr> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>OXFORD:<br/>SONNETS WRITTEN THERE IN 1890 AND 1895.<br/><br/><i>TO LIONEL JOHNSON.</i></h2> <hr> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />