From Bermondsey to Wandsworth

So many churches are,

Some with apsidal chancels,

Some Perpendicular

And schools by E.R. Robson

In the style of Norman Shaw

Where blue-serged adolescence learn’d

To model and to draw.

Oh, in among the houses,

The viaduct below,

Stood the Coffee Essence Factory

Of Robinson and Co.

Burnt and brown and tumbled down

And done with years ago

Where the waters of the Wandle do

Lugubriously flow.

From dust of dead explosions

From scarlet-hearted fires,

All unconcerned this train draws in

And smoothly that retires

And calmly rise on smoky skies

Of intersected wires

The Nonconformist spirelets

And the Church of England spires.



 

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