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Oscar Wilde : Impression du Matin

The Thames nocturne of blue and gold1
	Changed to a Harmony in grey:
	A barge with ochre-coloured 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 St 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 lamps’ flare,
With lips of flame and heart of stone. 

Oscar Wilde (1855-1900)	1881

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