4/4 The romantic eyes of one of the greatest French poets once looked on that gasometer! I won't pretend that they dwelt there, but look on it they once did--the eyes of that great, sad, scandalous, religious French poet--on a night of weary rain that set someone quoting,--also in that street,-- "Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville." Yes, and that French poet passed the gasometer on his way to New Zion. |