A yellow fog swirls past the window-pane As night descends upon the fabled street: A lonely hansom splashes through the rain, And ghostly gas lamps fail at twenty feet. Here though the world explode, these two survive, And it is always eighteen ninety-five.
Vincent Starrett, Peter Ruber (1995). “More Books Alive: New Treasures from a Master Literary Detective”, Battered Silicon Dispatch Box
