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, loveliest! that through my casement gleaming, Bringeth thy native heaven along with thee, Touching with far-off light that lovelier dreaming, Which but for that, all earthly else would be.

The smoke is round the housetops slowly wreathing, Until upgathered in one gloomy cloud, It rises like the city’s heavy breathing, Material, dense, the sunshine’s spreading shroud.