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Ye Flags of Picadilly

By Arthur Hugh Clough

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Ye flags of Piccadilly,     Where I posted up and down,     And wished myself so often     Well away from you and town.     Are the people walking quietly     And steady on their feet,     Cabs and omnibuses plying     Just as usual in the street?     Do the houses look as upright     As of old they used to be,     And does nothing seem affected     By the pitching of the sea?     Through the Green Park iron railings     Do the quick pedestrians pass?     Are the little children playing     Round the plane-tree in the grass?     This squally wild northwester     With which our vessel fights,     Does it merely serve with you to     Carry up some paper kites?     Ye flags of Piccadilly,     Which I hated so, I vow     I could wish with all my heart     You were underneath me now!

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Arthur Hugh Clough

About Arthur Hugh Clough

Arthur Hugh Clough (1819–1861) was an English poet whose work explores Victorian doubt and moral uncertainty. His poems "Say Not the Struggle Naught Availeth" and "The Latest Decalogue" are sharp, thoughtful, and still widely anthologized.

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