In the Mile End Road

OW like her! But 'tis she herself,
Comes up the crowded street, How little did I think, the morn,
My only love to meet! Whose else that motion and that mien?
Whose else that airy tread? For one strange moment I forgot
My only love was dead.

Composition date is unknown - the above date represents the first publication date.

The lyrical form of this poem is abcb.1.

Mile End Road in London begins one mile north of theold city gate at Aldgate and runs past the Spanish

Portuguese Jews' Hospital and the first Jewish cemeteryin modern English (1656-).

The Salvation Army startedup in this vicinity in 1865.