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THE houses fade in a melt of mist / Blotching the thick, soiled air / With reddish places that still resist / The Night's slow care.
The hopeless, wintry twilight fades, / The city corrodes out of sight / As the body corrodes when death invades / That citadel of delight.
Now verdigris smoulderings softly spread / Through the shroud of the town, as slow / Night-lights hither and thither shed / Their ghastly glow.