Poems (Meynell, 1921)/In Manchester Square
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IN MANCHESTER SQUARE
(In Memoriam T.H.)
THE paralytic man has dropped in death
The crossing-sweeper's brush to which he clung,
One-handed, twisted, dwarfed, scanted of breath,
Although his hair was young.
I saw this year the winter vines of France,
Dwarfed, twisted, goblins in the frosty drouth
Gnarled, crippled, blackened little stems askance,
On long hills to the South.
Great green and golden hands of leaves ere long
Shall proffer clusters in that vineyard wide.
And oh! his might, his sweet, his wine, his song,
His stature, since he died!