The sluggish clouds hang low upon the town, <br /> And from yon lamp in chilled and sodden rays <br />The feeble light gropes through the heavy mist <br /> And dies, extinguished in the stagnant maze. <br /> <br />From moisty eaves the drops fall slowly down <br /> To strike with leaden sound the walk below, <br />And in dark, murky pools upon the street <br /> The water stands, as lacking life to flow. <br /> <br />With hopeless brain, oppressed and sad at heart, <br /> Toil's careworn slave turns out his flickering light <br />And treads in dreams his dulling round again, <br /> Where weary day succeeds to dismal night.<br /><br />Ellis Parker Butler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-in-the-city/
