Like bodiless water passing in a sigh, <br />Thro' palsied streets the fatal shadows flow, <br />And in their sharp disastrous undertow <br />Suck in the morning sun, and all the sky. <br />The towery vista sinks upon the eye, <br />As if it heard the Hebrew bugles blow, <br />Black and dissolved; nor could the founders know <br />How what was built so bright should daily die. <br /> <br />Thy mood with man's is broken and blent in, <br />City of Stains! and ache of thought doth drown <br />The primitive light in which thy life began; <br />Great as thy dole is, smirchèd with his sin, <br />Greater and elder yet the love of man <br />Full in thy look, tho' the dark visor's down.<br /><br />Louise Imogen Guiney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fog-3/
