IN ROTTEN ROW.





In Rotten Row a cigarette

I sat and smoked, with no regret

For all the tumult that had been.

The distances were still and green,

And streaked with shadows cool and wet.



Two sweethearts on a bench were set,

Two birds among the boughs were met;

So love and song were heard and seen

In Rotten Row.



A horse or two there was to fret

The soundless sand; but work and debt,

Fair flowers and falling leaves between,

While clocks are chiming clear and keen,

A man may very well forget

In Rotten Row.



W.E. HENLEY.





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