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Im Osten Londons herrscht’s, des Winters Weh:
Mit starrem Frost, mit Eis und Sturm und Schnee
Ist lebenmordend es hereingebrochen,
Und gelber Nebel, zäh und greifbar dicht,
5 Erstickt des...
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I Stood, one Sunday morning,
Before a large church door,
The congregation gathered,
And carriages a score,—
From one out stepped a lady
I oft had seen before.Her hand was on a prayer-book,
And held a vinaigrette;
The sign of man’s redemption
Clear on the book was set,—
But above the cross there glistened... -
Athwart the sky a lowly sigh
From west to east the sweet wind carried;
The sun stood still on Primrose Hill;
His light in all the city tarried:
The clouds on viewless columns bloomed
Like smouldering lilies unconsumed.“O sweetheart, see! how shadowy,
Of some occult magician’s rearing,
Or swung in space of heaven’s grace...