England and Yesterday

<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</SPAN></span> <h2>THE CHANTRY.</h2> <div class="poetry-container"> <div class="poetry"> <div class="verse">A loyal lady young; a knight for honour slain:</div> <div class="verse">All beauty and all quiet sealed of old upon</div> <div class="verse">Their images that lie in coif and morion.</div> <div class="verse">A moment since, through rifts and pauses of the rain,</div> <div class="verse">The day shot in; the lancet window showered again</div> <div class="verse">Its moth-like play of silver, rose, and sapphire; shone</div> <div class="verse">What arms of warring duchies glorious, bygone:</div> <div class="verse">Lombardy, Desmond, Malta, suitored Aquitaine!</div> <div class="verse">The while, aloft in Art’s immortal summertide,</div> <div class="verse">Fair is the carven hostel, fortunate either guest,</div> <div class="verse">And men of moodier England pass, and hear outside</div> <div class="verse">Fury of toil alone, and fate’s diurnal storm,</div> <div class="verse">Hearts with the King of Saints, hearts beating light and warm!</div> <div class="verse">To these your courage give, that these attain your rest.</div> </div></div> <hr> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />