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A morn, a sallow lamp-lit morn,
A dawn that never breaks to day!
Old, old the faces, and forlorn;
The hearts look out, so seared, so grey!
It is as if some upturned
Had flung to light a vermin rout —For things misfeatured, souls unknown,
Stagger in blind amaze about.
Along their gleaming lines of
The charging trams go, head to ground;
Out from the drifting pathways,
The faces flash — like faces drowned!
And there with painted features drear,
And eyes whose pathos still is sweet,
The hunted hunters prowl and peer —Their lair the long, slow-surging street.
Arthur Henry Adams
Arthur Henry Adams (6 June 1872 – 4 March 1936) was a journalist and author. He started his career in New Zealand, though he spent most of it in
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