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By day and night this street is not still: / Omnibuses with red tail-lamps, / Taxicabs with shiny eyes, / Rumble, shunning its ugliness. / It is corrugated with wheel-ruts, / It is dented and pockmarked with traffic, / It has no time for sleep. / It heaves its old scarred countenance / Skyward between the buildings / And never says a word.
On rainy nights / It dully gleams / Like the cold tarnished scales of a snake: / And over it hang arc-lamps, / Blue-white death-lilies on black stems.