Poems, with The Ballad of Reading Gaol. Wilde Oscar

tall tower tipped with tremulous gold

         Marks the long High Street of the little town,

      And warns me to return; I must not wait,

      Hark! ’t is the curfew booming from the bell at Christ Church gate.

      WIND FLOWERS

      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.