MILTON! I think thy spirit hath passed away
From these white cliffs, and high-embattled towers;
This gorgeous fiery-coloured world of ours
Seems fallen into ashes dull and grey,
And the age changed unto a mimic play
Wherein we waste our else too-crowded hours:
For all our pomp and pageantry and powers
We are but fit to delve the common clay,
Seeing this little isle on which we stand,
This England, this sea-lion of the sea,
By ignorant demagogues is held in fee,
Who love her not: Dear God! is this the land
Which bare a triple empire in her hand
When Cromwell spake the word Democracy!
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Comments1WOW, THIS POEM REALLY MADE ME THINK. THE WORDS ARE SO POWERFUL AND TOUCH AT THE HEART OF SOMETHIN. I'M NO POET OR ANYTHIN, BUT I CAN TELL THAT THIS IS A MASTERPIECE. IT KINDA SAD BUT ALSO VERY TRUE!!