Look’d cold[733] and still and gray,
And on[734] I went, and stood in Leicester Square,
But just as “three” was sounded close at hand
I started and turn’d east,[735] before I knew,
Then down Saint Martin’s Lane, along the Strand,
And through the toll-gate on to Waterloo.
Some men and lads went by,
And turning round, I gazed,[736] and watch’d ’em go,
Then felt that they were going to see him die,[737]