JONES! as from Calais southward you and I <br />Went pacing side by side, this public Way <br />Streamed with the pomp of a too-credulous day, <br />When faith was pledged to new-born Liberty: <br />A homeless sound of joy was in the sky: <br />From hour to hour the antiquated Earth <br />Beat like the heart of Man: songs, garlands, mirth, <br />Banners, and happy faces, far and nigh! <br />And now, sole register that these things were, <br />Two solitary greetings have I heard, <br />'Good-morrow, Citizen!' a hollow word, <br />As if a dead man spake it! Yet despair <br />Touches me not, though pensive as a bird <br />Whose vernal coverts winter hath laid bare.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/composed-near-calais-on-the-road-leading-to-ardres-august-7-1802/
