上海龙凤shlf最新地址Poem: Impression Du Matin

The Thames nocturne of blue and gold

Changed to a Harmony in grey:

上海龙凤shlf最新地址A barge with ochre-coloured hay

Dropt from the wharf:  and chill and cold

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The yellow fog came creeping down

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The bridges, till the houses' walls

Seemed changed to shadows and St. Paul's

Loomed like a bubble o'er the town.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Then suddenly arose the clang

Of waking life; the streets were stirred

With country waggons:  and a bird

上海龙凤shlf最新地址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.