The White Fog Creeps From The Cold Sea Over The City

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Title:     The White Fog Creeps From The Cold Sea Over The City
Author: Conrad Aiken [More Titles by Aiken]

The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city,
Over the pale grey tumbled towers,--
And settles among the roofs, the pale grey walls.
Along damp sinuous streets it crawls,
Curls like a dream among the motionless trees
And seems to freeze.

The fog slips ghostlike into a thousand rooms,
Whirls over sleeping faces,
Spins in an atomy dance round misty street lamps;
And blows in cloudy waves over open spaces . . .

And one from his high window, looking down,
Peers at the cloud-white town,
And thinks its island towers are like a dream . . .
It seems an enormous sleeper, within whose brain
Laborious shadows revolve and break and gleam.

[The end]
Conrad Aiken's poem: White Fog Creeps From The Cold Sea Over The City

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