Impression Du Matin

Oscar Wilde

              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              10
                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.

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