I <br /> <br />Everybody else, then, going, <br />And I still left where the fair was?… <br />Much have I seen of neighbour loungers <br />Making a lusty showing, <br />Each now past all knowing. <br /> <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />There is an air of blankness <br />In the street and the littered spaces; <br />Thoroughfare, steeple, bridge and highway <br />Wizen themselves to lankness; <br />Kennels dribble dankness. <br /> <br /> <br />III <br /> <br />Folk all fade. And whither, <br />As I wait alone where the fair was? <br />Into the clammy and numbing night-fog <br />Whence they entered hither. <br />Soon one more goes thither!<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/exeunt-omnes/
