A creature plucked at me in the street
But well I knew the reason why
The red stars sickened in the sky
And Hell gaped open at my feet!
IMPRESSIONS
This is the Gate of the Gray City—wrought
With piled roofs and steeples dimly seen
Thru the gray dusk—pale, wistful flakes of fire
Kindled about its lower fringe—vast murk—
A snuffling monster with an evil eye