In Rotten Row a cigarette <br />I sat and smoked, with no regret <br />For all the tumult that had been. <br />The distances were still and green, <br />And streaked with shadows cool and wet. <br /> <br />Two sweethearts on a bench were set, <br />Two birds among the boughs were met; <br />So love and song were heard and seen <br />In Rotten Row. <br /> <br />A horse or two there was to fret <br />The soundless sand; but work and debt, <br />Fair flowers and falling leaves between, <br />While clocks are chiming clear and keen, <br />A man may very well forget <br />In Rotten Row.<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-rotten-row/
