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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.