James
Elroy
Flecker .
OAK
AND
OLIVE .
THOUGH
I
was
born
a Londoner ,
And
bred
in Gloucestershire ,
I walked
in
Hellas
years
ago
With
friends
in
white
attire :
And
I remember
how
my soul
Drank
wine as pure
as
fire.
And
when
I stand
by
Charing
Cross
I
can
forget
to
hear
The crash
of
all
the
smoking
wheels
,
When
those
cold
flutes
and
clear
Pipe
with
such
fury
down
the
street
,
My
hands
grow
moist
with
fear
.
And
there
's
a
hall
in
Bloomsbury
No more
I
dare
to
tread
,
For all
the
stone men
shout
at
me
,
And
swear they
are not
dead
;
And
once
I
touched
a
broken
girl
And knew
that marble
bled
.