I EVERYBODY else, then, going, And I still left where the fair was? ... Much have I seen of neighbour loungers Making a lusty showing, Each now past all knowing. II There is an air of blankness In the street and the littered spaces; Thoroughfare, steeple, bridge and highway Wizen themselves to lankness; Kennels dribble dankness. III Folk all fade. And whither, As I wait alone where the fair was? Into the clammy and numbing night-fog Whence they entered hither. Soon one more goes thither! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CALM [CALME] by JOHN DONNE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 2 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: THE MARSHES OF GLYNN by SIDNEY LANIER SONNET: 55 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONNET (3) by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY SONG FOR DECORATION DAY by HELEN C. BACON |