IMPRESSION DU MATIN
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HE Thames nocturne of blue and goldChanged to a Harmony in grey:A barge with ochre-coloured hayDropt from the wharf: and chill and cold The yellow fog came creeping downThe bridges, till the houses’ wallsSeemed changed to shadows and St. Paul’sLoomed like a bubble o’er the town. Then suddenly arose the clangOf waking life; the streets were stirredWith country waggons: and a birdFlew to the glistening roofs and sang. But one pale woman all alone,The daylight kissing her wan hair,Loitered beneath the gas lamps’ flare,With lips of flame and heart of stone.
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