THE HOUSES fade in a melt of mist | |
Blotching the thick, soiled air | |
With reddish places that still resist | |
The Nights slow care. | |
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The hopeless, wintry twilight fades, | 5 |
The city corrodes out of sight | |
As the body corrodes when death invades | |
That citadel of delight. | |
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Now verdigris smoulderings softly spread | |
Through the shroud of the town, as slow | 10 |
Night-lights hither and thither shed | |
Their ghastly glow. | |