England and Yesterday

<h2>AN EPITAPH FOR WILLIAM HAZLITT.</h2> <div class="poetry-container"> <div class="poetry"> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verse">Between the wet trees and the sorry steeple,</div> <div class="verse">Keep, Time, in dark Soho, what once was Hazlitt,</div> <div class="verse">Seeker of Truth, and finder oft of Beauty;</div> </div> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verse">Beauty’s a sinking light, ah, none too faithful;</div> <div class="verse">But Truth, who leaves so here her spent pursuer,</div> <div class="verse">Forgets not her great pawn: herself shall claim it.</div> </div> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verse">Therefore sleep safe, thou dear and battling spirit,</div> <div class="verse">Safe also on our earth, begetting ever</div> <div class="verse">Some one love worth the ages and the nations!</div> </div> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verse">Nothing falls under, to thine eyes eternal.</div> <div class="verse">Sleep safe in dark Soho: the stars are shining;</div> <div class="verse">Titian and Wordsworth live; the People marches.</div> </div></div> </div> <hr> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />