MILTON! I think thy spirit hath passed away br From these white cliffs, and high-embattled towers; br This gorgeous fiery-coloured world of ours br Seems fallen into ashes dull and grey, br And the age changed unto a mimic play br Wherein we waste our else too-crowded hours: br For all our pomp and pageantry and powers br We are but fit to delve the common clay, br Seeing this little isle on which we stand, br This England, this sea-lion of the sea, br By ignorant demagogues is held in fee, br Who love her not: Dear God! is this the land br Which bare a triple empire in her hand br When Cromwell spake the word Democracy!br br Oscar Wildebr br