England and Yesterday

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>III.<br/><small>AD ANTIQUARIUM.</small></h2> <div class="poetry-container"> <div class="poetry"> <div class="verse">My gentle Aubrey, who in everything</div> <div class="verse">Hadst of thy city’s youth so lovely lust,</div> <div class="verse">Yet never lineal to her towers august</div> <div class="verse">Thy spirit could fix, or perfectly upbring,</div> <div class="verse">Sleep, sleep! I ope, not unremembering,</div> <div class="verse">Thy comely manuscript, and, interthrust,</div> <div class="verse">Find delicate hueless leaves more sad than dust,</div> <div class="verse">Two centuries unkissed of any spring.</div> <div class="verse">Filling a homesick page beneath a lime,</div> <div class="verse">Thy mood beheld, as mine thy debtor’s now,</div> <div class="verse">The endless terraces of ended Time,</div> <div class="verse">Vague in green twilight. Goodly was release</div> <div class="verse">Into that Past where these poor leaves, and thou,</div> <div class="verse">Do freshen in the air of eldest peace.</div> </div></div> <hr> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />