England and Yesterday

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>XI.<br/><small>A LAST VIEW.</small></h2> <div class="poetry-container"> <div class="poetry"> <div class="verse">Where down the glen, across the shallow ford,</div> <div class="verse">Stretches the open aisle from scene to scene,</div> <div class="verse">By halted horses silently we lean,</div> <div class="verse">Gazing enchanted from our steeper sward.</div> <div class="verse">How yon low loving skies of April hoard</div> <div class="verse">An hundred pinnacles, and how with sheen</div> <div class="verse">Of spike and ball her languid clouds between,</div> <div class="verse">Grey Oxford grandly rises riverward!</div> <div class="verse">Sweet on those dim long-dedicated walls,</div> <div class="verse">Silver as rain the frugal sunshine falls;</div> <div class="verse">Slowly sad eyes resign them, bound afar.</div> <div class="verse">Dear Beauty, dear Tradition, fare you well:</div> <div class="verse">And powers that aye aglow in you, impel</div> <div class="verse">Our quickening spirits from the slime we are.</div> </div></div> <hr> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />