PARLIAMENT HILL IN THE

THE houses fade in a melt of mist

Blotching the thick, soiled air

With reddish places that still resist

The Night's slow care.

The hopeless, wintry twilight fades,

The city corrodes out of sight

As the body corrodes when death invades

That citadel of delight.

Now verdigris smoulderings softly spread

Through the shroud of the town, as slow

Night-lights hither and thither shed

Their ghastly glow.