DOI Artikel:
Davidson, John: Fleet Street Eclogue: St. George's Day
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.21806#0308
3c6 Fleet Street Eclogue
Herbert.
I hear the lofty lark,
The lowly nightingale.
Basil.
The Present is a dungeon dark
Of social problems. Break the gaol !
Get out into the splendid Past,
Or bid the splendid Future hail.
Menzies.
Nor then, nor now, nor first, nor last,
I know. The slave of ruthless Law,
To me Time seems a dungeon vast
Where Life lies rotting in the straw.
Basil.
I care not for vour images
Of Life and Law. I want to sing
Of England and of Englishmen
Who made our country what it is.
Herbert.
And I to praise the English Spring.
Percy.
St. George for Merry England, then!
Menzies.
Herbert.
I hear the lofty lark,
The lowly nightingale.
Basil.
The Present is a dungeon dark
Of social problems. Break the gaol !
Get out into the splendid Past,
Or bid the splendid Future hail.
Menzies.
Nor then, nor now, nor first, nor last,
I know. The slave of ruthless Law,
To me Time seems a dungeon vast
Where Life lies rotting in the straw.
Basil.
I care not for vour images
Of Life and Law. I want to sing
Of England and of Englishmen
Who made our country what it is.
Herbert.
And I to praise the English Spring.
Percy.
St. George for Merry England, then!
Menzies.