Fantastic in appearance

Fantastic in appearance see

The river gliding through the street.

It doth without a murmur roll

Behind a wall of full five feet

Its wave so dark yet ne'ertheless

Pure, through the suburb's peacefulness.

So very great the runnel is

The water which is yellowing

Like death swells sinking without hope

Aught save the fog of mirroring

Not even when the dawn lights

All the houses yellow, black and small!