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 S. Paul's Loomed like a bubble o'er the town. Then suddenly arose the clang Of waking life; the streets were stirred With country waggons: 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MY AIN COUNTREE by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM THE VANISHING BOAT by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE PREFACE TO ERINNA'S POEMS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON A SONG OF DAWN AT DUSK by WILLIAM ROSE BENET CLARE'S GHOST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |