James
Elroy
Flecker .
Perhaps
she
cast
herself
away
Lest
both
of us
should
drown :
Perhaps
she
feared
to
die, as
they
Who
die
in
Camden
Town .
What
came of
her ?
The bitter
nights
Destroy
the
rose
and
lily ,
And
souls
are
lost among
the
lights
Of
painted
Piccadilly .
What
came of her ?
The river
flows
So
deep
and
wide
and
stilly ,
And
waits
to
catch
the
fallen
rose ,
And
clasp
the broken
lily
.
I
dream
she
dwells
in
London
still
And
breathes
the
evening
air
,
And
often
walk
to
Primrose
Hill
And
hope
to
meet
her
there
.
Once more
together
will we
live
,
For
,I
will
find
her yet
:
I
have
so
little
to
forgive
;
So
much
,
I
can
't
forget
.