I br br Everybody else, then, going, br And I still left where the fair was?… br Much have I seen of neighbour loungers br Making a lusty showing, br Each now past all knowing. br br br II br br There is an air of blankness br In the street and the littered spaces; br Thoroughfare, steeple, bridge and highway br Wizen themselves to lankness; br Kennels dribble dankness. br br br III br br Folk all fade. And whither, br As I wait alone where the fair was? br Into the clammy and numbing night-fog br Whence they entered hither.