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Oscar Wilde - Impression Du Matin
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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 St. 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.
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