Oscar Wilde (1854–1900). Poems. 1881.
26. Impression du Matin
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Changed to a Harmony in grey:
A barge with ochre-coloured hay
Dropt from the wharf: and chill and cold
The bridges, till the houses’ walls
Seemed changed to shadows, and S. Paul’s
Loomed like a bubble o’er the town.
Of waking life; the streets were stirred
With country waggons: and a bird
Flew to the glistening roofs and sang.
The daylight kissing her wan hair,
Loitered beneath the gas lamps’ flare,
With lips of flame and heart of stone.