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The Thames nocturne of blue and gold / Changed to a Harmony in grey:
A barge with ochre-coloured hay / Dropt from the wharf: and chill and cold / The yellow fog came creeping down / The bridges, till the houses' walls / Seemed changed to shadows and St. Paul's / Loomed like a bubble o'er the town.
Then suddenly arose the clang / Of waking life; the streets were stirred / With country wagons: and a bird / Flew 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.