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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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Oscar Wilde

Impression Du Matin

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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1148 After the Sun comes out How it alters the World— Waggons like messengers hurry about Yesterday is old— All men meet as if Each foreclosed a news— Fresh as a Cargo from Batize Nature’s qualities—

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Emily Dickinson

After the Sun comes out

1148 After the Sun comes out How it alters the World— Waggons like messengers hurry about Yesterday is old— All men meet as if Each foreclosed a news— Fresh as a Cargo from Batize Nature’s qualities—

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they look into each others eyes and roots sink deep in the after-glow in the blink of an eye waggons roll in front of you and whoes to say it doesnt have its place you’ve seen them the strange ones who in the bilnk of an eye are open to all those found in crammed places there also waggons roll but outwards to open windows.

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Mar 23, 2018

Mar 23, 2018 at 6:12 AM UTC

Patrick140707

Waggons Roll

they look into each others eyes and roots sink deep in the after-glow in the blink of an eye waggons roll in front of you and whoes to say it doesnt have its place you’ve seen them the strange ones who in the bilnk of an eye are open to all those found in crammed places there also waggons roll but outwards to open windows.

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