THE FOG

By Lola Ridge

Out of the lamp-bestarred and clouded dusk —

Snaring, illuding, concealing,

Magically conjuring —

Turning to fairy-coaches

Beetle-backed limousines

Scampering under the great Arch —

Making a decoy of blue overalls

And mystery of a scarlet shawl —

Indolently —

Knowing no impediment of its sure advance —

Descends the fog.