| 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. | |