England and Yesterday

<SPAN name="Page_53" class="pagenum">[53]</SPAN> <h2>TO HENRY HOWARD, EARL OF SURREY.</h2> <div class="poetry-container"> <div class="poetry"> <div class="verse">Young father-poet! much in you I praise</div> <div class="verse">Adventure high, romantic, vehement,</div> <div class="verse">All with inviolate honour sealed and blent,</div> <div class="verse">To the axe-edge that cleft your soldier bays:</div> <div class="verse">Your friendships too, your follies, whims, and frays;</div> <div class="verse">And, most, your verse, with strict imperious bent,</div> <div class="verse">Heard sweetly as from some old harper’s tent,</div> <div class="verse">And surging in the listener’s brain for days.</div> <div class="verse">At Framlingham to-night, if there should be</div> <div class="verse">No guest, beyond a sea-born wind that sighs,</div> <div class="verse">No guard, save moonlight’s crossed and trailing spears,</div> <div class="verse">And I, your pilgrim, call you, O let me</div> <div class="verse">In at the gate! and smile into the eyes</div> <div class="verse">That sought you, Surrey, down three hundred years.</div> </div></div> <hr> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />