James
Elroy
Flecker .
II.
But when
I walk
in
Athens
town
That swims
in
dust
and
sun
Perverse , I
think of London
then
Where
God 's
brave work
is
done,
And
with
what
sweep
at Westminster
The
rayless
waters
run .
I
ponder
how
from
Attic
seed
There
grew
an
English
tree,
How
Byron
like
his
heroes
fell ,
Fighting
a
country
free ,
And
Swinburne
took
from
Shelley 's
lips
The
kiss
of
Poetry .
And
while
our
Poets
chanted
Pan
Back
to
his
pipes
and
power
,
Great
Verrall
,
bending
at
his
desk
,
And
searching
hour
on
hour
Found
out
old
gardens
,
where
the wise
May
find
a
Spartan
flower
.
III
.
When
I
go
down
the
Gloucester
lanes
My
friends
are
deaf
and blind
:
Fast
as
they
turn
their
foolish
eyes
The Mænads
leap
behind
,
And
when
I
hear
the
fire
-
winged
feet
,
They
only
hear
the
wind
.