The Fog Poem by William Henry Davies

The Fog



I saw the fog grow thick,
Which soon made blind my ken;
It made tall men of boys,
And giants of tall men.

It clutched my throat, I coughed;
Nothing was in my head
Except two heavy eyes
Like balls of burning lead.

And when it grew so black
That I could know no place,
I lost all judgment then,
Of distance and of space.

The street lamps, and the lights
Upon the halted cars,
Could either be on earth
Or be the heavenly stars.

A man passed by me close,
I asked my way, he said,
'Come, follow me, my friend'—
I followed where he led.

He rapped the stones in front,
'Trust me,' he said, 'and come';
I followed like a child—
A blind man led me home.

Thursday, March 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: fog
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bhavya 11 September 2019

What is the type and style of writing of the poem

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rythm paul 05 October 2020

i think tones and tunes

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Akshit 27 February 2018

What is rhyeme scheme

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benoy koley 06 January 2021

the rhyeme scheme is abcb of all stanza

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Tshering Norbu 13 November 2017

Can I get the meaing of the poem explained stanzawise

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Tshering Norbu 13 November 2017

Can I have stanzawise poem explained

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