Leather Lane
Three restless gas-jetsIn Leather Lane;A thousand faces,Wandering in the night,Too dull for pain.God saw;God quenched the light.But God had not chokedThe clamor of gaunt cursesThat stalk in Leather Lane,Uncloaked,Blatant with strength of dour years.God heard;God stopped His ears.Ho!God had forgot His nose,And in the stench that roseFrom Leather Lane,God died.—Mitchell Dawson.
Three restless gas-jetsIn Leather Lane;A thousand faces,Wandering in the night,Too dull for pain.God saw;God quenched the light.But God had not chokedThe clamor of gaunt cursesThat stalk in Leather Lane,Uncloaked,Blatant with strength of dour years.God heard;God stopped His ears.Ho!God had forgot His nose,And in the stench that roseFrom Leather Lane,God died.—Mitchell Dawson.
Three restless gas-jetsIn Leather Lane;A thousand faces,Wandering in the night,Too dull for pain.
Three restless gas-jets
In Leather Lane;
A thousand faces,
Wandering in the night,
Too dull for pain.
God saw;God quenched the light.
God saw;
God quenched the light.
But God had not chokedThe clamor of gaunt cursesThat stalk in Leather Lane,Uncloaked,Blatant with strength of dour years.
But God had not choked
The clamor of gaunt curses
That stalk in Leather Lane,
Uncloaked,
Blatant with strength of dour years.
God heard;God stopped His ears.
God heard;
God stopped His ears.
Ho!God had forgot His nose,And in the stench that roseFrom Leather Lane,God died.
Ho!
God had forgot His nose,
And in the stench that rose
From Leather Lane,
God died.
—Mitchell Dawson.
—Mitchell Dawson.