The Fog - Poem by Lola Ridge
Out of the lamp-bestarred and clouded dusk -
Snaring, illuding, concealing,
Magically conjuring -
Turning to fairy-coaches
Scampering under the great Arch -
Making a decoy of blue overalls
And mystery of a scarlet shawl -
Knowing no impediment of its sure advance -
Descends the fog.
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