To Captain Fryatt
Trampled yet red is the last of the embers, Red the last cloud of a sun that has set; What of your sleeping though Flanders remembers, What of your waking, if England forget? Why should you share in the hearts that we harden, In the shame of our nature, who see it and live? How more than the godly the greedy can pardon, How well and how quickly the hungry forgive. Ah, well if the soil of the stranger had wrapped you, While the lords that you served and the friends that you knew Hawk in the marts of the tyrants that trapped you, Tout in the shops of the butchers that slew. Why should you wake for a realm that is rotten, Stuffed with their bribes and as dead to their debts? Sleep and forget us, as we have forgotten; For Flanders remembers and England forgets.
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