The Weekly Times - Saturday, April 27, 1895
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A Poem by Oscar Wilde.
The following poem appears in a volume issued by Mr Oscar Wilde some years ago.
The Thames nocturne of blue and gold
Changed to a harmony in grey:
A barge with ochre-colored hay
Dropt from the wharf;
and chill and cold
The yellow fog came creeping down
The bridges, till the houses' walls
Seemed changed to shadows, and S. Paul's
Loomed like a bubble o'er the town.
Then, suddenly, arose the clang
Of waking life; the streets were stirred
With country waggons;
and a bird
Flew to the glistening roofs and sang.
But one pale woman all alone,
The daylight kissing her wan hair,
Loitered
beneath the gas laps' flare,
With lips of flame and heart of stone.