Robert Laurence Binyon - November lyrics

Together we laughed and talked in the warm--lit room: Out now, alone I come Into the street, in the fall of the early night Shadowy skies, with a pale uncertain gloom Hover above the houses dim; but bright In wetness mirrored far Retreating lamps outshine the lingering light Hazily blue the air, heavy with dews The wind; and before me the cries and the crowd And the sleepless murmur of wheels; not loud For a magical softness all imbrues The softness estranges my sense: I see and I hear But know 'tis a vision intangible, shapes that seem All is unreal; the sound of the falling of feet Coming figures, and far--off hum of the street; A dream, the gliding hurry, the endless lights Houses and sky, a dream, a dream!