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Parliament Hill in the Evening
Parliament Hill in the Evening, by D.H. Lawrence

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,         5
  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  10
Night-lights hither and thither shed 
  Their ghastly glow. 

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