| J. C. Squire, ed. A Book of Women’s Verse. 1921. | | | | In Manchester Square | | By Alice Meynell (1847–1922) |
| | (In memoriam T. H.)
THE PARALYTIC man has dropped in death | |
| The crossing-sweeper’s brush to which he clung, | |
| One-handed, twisted, dwarfed, scanted of breath, | |
| Although his hair was young. | |
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| I saw this year the winter vines of France, | 5 |
| Dwarfed, twisted, goblins in the frosty drouth, | |
| Gnarled, crippled, blackened little stems askance, | |
| On long hills to the South. | |
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| Great green and golden hands of leaves ere long | |
| Shall proffer clusters in that vineyard wide. | 10 |
| And oh! his might, his sweet, his wine, his song, | |
| His stature, since he died! | | | | |
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