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XXIV. The Canal

Somewhere in dream there is an evil placeWhere tall, deserted buildings crowd alongA deep, black, narrow channel, reeking strongOf frightful things whence oily currents race.Lanes with old walls half meeting overheadWind off to streets one may or may not know,And feeble moonlight sheds a spectral glowOver long rows of windows, dark and dead.There are no footfalls, and the one soft soundIs of the oily water as it glidesUnder stone bridges, and along the sidesOf its deep flume, to some vague ocean bound.None lives to tell when that stream washed awayIts dream-lost region from the world of clay.