Bethmoora once again

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The last man in London  wall by the river, in an ancient cloak that was one of those that once my friends had worn, and peered over the edge to see that I still was there. Then he went, and I never saw men again: they had passed away with London.

A few days after the last man had gone the birds  London, all the birds that sing. When they first saw me they all looked sideways at me, then they went away a little and ong themselves.

There is a faint freshness in the London night as  some strayed reveller of a breeze had left his comrades in the Kentish uplands and had entered the town by stealth. The  are a little damp and shiny. Upon one’s ears that at this late hour have become very acute there hits the tap of a remote . Louder and louder grow the taps, filling the whole night. And a black cloaked figure passes by, and goes tapping into the  has danced goes . Somewhere a ball has closed its doors and ended. Its yellow lights are out, its musicians are silent, its dancers have all gone into the night air, and Time , “Let it be past and over, and among the things that I have put away.”

Her desolation is  of in taverns where sailors meet, and certain travellers have .



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