Roman Dover

High is the vantage point upon

This ancient seat of chalk,

Where maybe once a Roman sentry

From the Pharos did walk.

Tough the leather that trod the World

Now burdens English clover,

Homeward thoughts of the Tyrrhenian

Across the Straits of Dover.

Where maybe once the galley ships brought,

Legions to disembark,

Stands inland now the 'Roman Quai'

And modern chariots park.

So we live in this shadow born

Of a mighty forces retreat,

And around a tribune's Painted Wall

Tread twentieth century feet.