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The House Of Dust: Part 02: 01: The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea
The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea.

The walls and towers are warmed and gleam.

Sounds go drowsily up from streets and wharves.

The city stirs like one that is half in dream.


And the mist flows up by dazzling walls and windows,
Where one by one we wake and rise.

We gaze at the pale grey lustrous sea a moment,
We rub the darkness from our eyes,

And face our thousand devious secret mornings .
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And do not see how the pale mist, slowly ascending,
Shaped by the sun, shines like a white-robed dreamer
Compassionate over our towers bending.


There, like one who gazes into a crystal,
He broods upon our city with sombre eyes;
He sees our secret fears vaguely unfolding,
Sees cloudy symbols shape to rise.


Each gleaming point of light is like a seed
Dilating swiftly to coiling fires.

Each cloud becomes a rapidly dimming face,
Each hurrying face records its strange desires.


We descend our separate stairs toward the day,
Merge in the somnolent mass that fills the street,
Lift our eyes to the soft blue space of sky,
And walk by the well-known walls with accustomed feet.
Written by: Conrad Aiken

Book: Reflection on the Important Things