In Rotten Row

In Rotten Row a cigaretteI sat and smoked, with no

For all the tumult that had been.

The distances were still and green,

And streaked with shadows cool and wet.

Two sweethearts on a bench were set,

Two birds among the boughs were met;

So love and song were heard and

In Rotten Row.

A horse or two there was to

The soundless sand; but work and debt,

Fair flowers and falling leaves between,

While clocks are chiming clear and keen,

A man may very well

In Rotten Row.