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THE sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist / That huddles in grey heaps coiling and holding back. / Like cliffs abutting in shadow a drear grey sea / Some street-ends thrust forward their stack.
On the misty waste-lands, away from the flushing grey / Of the morning the elms are loftily dimmed, and tall / As if moving in air towards us, tall angels / Of darkness advancing steadily over us all.