"I see a puff of dunnish smoke
"Over the Southwark Bridge:"—
A single curl of murky mist
That scales the summer air:
And the watchman wound his listless way
Slow down the turret stair.
London! that deck'st thyself with wave-won spoils,
Sea-gather d wealth—Spires, palaces,
And temples high;
Well might thy goodly burgesses exclaim