JONES! as from Calais southward you and I br Went pacing side by side, this public Way br Streamed with the pomp of a too-credulous day, br When faith was pledged to new-born Liberty: br A homeless sound of joy was in the sky: br From hour to hour the antiquated Earth br Beat like the heart of Man: songs, garlands, mirth, br Banners, and happy faces, far and nigh! br And now, sole register that these things were, br Two solitary greetings have I heard, br 'Good-morrow, Citizen!' a hollow word, br As if a dead man spake it! Yet despair br Touches me not, though pensive as a bird br Whose vernal coverts winter hath laid bare.