Impression Du Matin

　　The Thames nocturne of blue and gold

　　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.