And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.

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And then the lighting of the lamps.

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You tossed a blanket from the bed,
You lay upon your back, and waited;

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You dozed, and watched the night revealing
The thousand sordid images
Of which your soul was constituted;
They flickered against the ceiling.

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