England and Yesterday

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>IN A PERPENDICULAR CHURCH.</h2> <div class="poetry-container"> <div class="poetry"> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verse">The slackened arches never lose their beauty of alarm;</div> <div class="verse">The tall lines frown along the wall, like angels, sword in arm;</div> <div class="verse">And where the vaults diverge, a grove with fancied snow o’erspread,</div> <div class="verse">Goes light among a myriad panes, with dust upon her head.</div> </div> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verse">England of old most innocent, whose flower of skill achieved</div> <div class="verse">Failed quick as Lammas lilies, when thy hand no more believed,</div> <div class="verse">What hast thou here, beloved but dead, held to thy childless heart?</div> <div class="verse">Alas, thy human all of heaven: thine own and only Art.</div> </div></div> </div> <hr> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />