Which cry, “Not yet is finished England’s fight!
Still, still must poets strive and martyrs bleed
To overthrow the enemies of Light,
Armies of Dullness, Cruelty, Lust, and Greed!”
Yet what have I done for thee, England dear?
THE DEAD
You never crept into the night
That lurks for all mankind!
Joyous you lived and loved, and leapt
Into that gaping dark, where stept