Impression Du Matin

　　The Thames nocturne of blue and gold

　　Changed to a Harmony in grey：

　　A barge¹ with ochre-coloured hay

　　Dropt from the wharf²： and chill and cold

　　The yellow fog came creeping down

　　The bridges， till the houses' walls

　　Seemed changed to shadows and St. Paul's

　　Loomed³ like a bubble o'er the town.

　　Then suddenly arose the clang

　　Of waking life； the streets were stirred

　　With country waggons⁴： and a bird

　　Flew to the glistening⁵ roofs and sang.

　　But one pale woman all alone，

　　The daylight kissing her wan⁶ hair，

　　Loitered beneath the gas lamps' flare⁷，

　　With lips of flame and heart of stone.