WHEN I CAME BACK TO FLEET STREET
Still he that scorns or struggles
Sees, frightful and afar,
All that they leave of rebels
Rot high on Temple Bar.
All that I loved and hated,
All that I shunned and knew,
Clears in broad battle lightning,
Where they, and I, and you,
Run high the barricade that breaks
The barriers of the street,
And shout to them that shrink within,
The Prisoners of the Fleet.
