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241
SONNET TO ENGLAND
Dark days are coming, England. Lo! the sky
Is foul and rank with treason, and there are
Who say they see the setting of thy star
And hold that thou wilt pass away and die.
With storm and strife, with keen device and lie
Thy foes assail thee. Thou hast journeyed far
Since on the Belgian plain thine hosts did bar
The hosts of France, and mocked the eagle's cry.
Is foul and rank with treason, and there are
Who say they see the setting of thy star
And hold that thou wilt pass away and die.
With storm and strife, with keen device and lie
Thy foes assail thee. Thou hast journeyed far
Since on the Belgian plain thine hosts did bar
The hosts of France, and mocked the eagle's cry.
But thou art still the same. Thine eyes of fire
Have still the strange strong look of Waterloo:
If now thy foes are many, and full of ire,
Eager thy toil of centuries to undo,
Yet still thou hast the power, if thou desire,
To thine own deathless record to be true.
Have still the strange strong look of Waterloo:
If now thy foes are many, and full of ire,
Eager thy toil of centuries to undo,
Yet still thou hast the power, if thou desire,
To thine own deathless record to be true.
Feb. 8, 1885.
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