D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930). New Poems. 1916.
17. Parliament Hill in the Evening
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Blotching the thick, soiled air
With reddish places that still resist
The Night’s slow care.
The city corrodes out of sight
As the body corrodes when death invades
That citadel of delight.
Through the shroud of the town, as slow
Night-lights hither and thither shed
Their ghastly glow.