Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти)

Ashore at Dover

On landing, the first voice one hears is from
An English police-constable; a man
Respectful, conscious that at need he can
Enforce respect. Our custom-house at home
Strict too, but quiet. Not the foul-mouthed scum
Of passport-mongers who in Paris still
Preserve the Reign of Terror; not the till
Where the King haggles, all through Belgium.
The country somehow seems in earnest here,
Grave and sufficient:—England, so to speak;
No other word will make the thing as clear.
“Ah! habit,” you exclaim, “and prejudice!”
If so, so be it. One don't care to shriek,
“Sir, this shall be!” But one believes it is. 

Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s other poems:

  1. The House of Life. Sonnet 17. Beauty’s Pageant
  2. The House of Life. Sonnet 35. The Lamp’s Shrine
  3. The House of Life. Sonnet 92. The Sun’s Shame – 1
  4. The House of Life. Sonnet 21. Love-Sweetness
  5. The House of Life. Sonnet 50. Willowwood – 2

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