I saw the fog grow thick,
Which soon made blind my ken;
It made tall men of boys,
And giants of tall men.
It clutched my throat, I coughed;
Nothing was in my head
Except two heavy eyes
Like balls of burning lead.
And when it grew so black
That I could know no place,
I lost all judgment then,
Of distance and of space.
The street lamps, and the lights
Upon the halted cars,
Could either be on earth
Or be the heavenly stars.
A man passed by me close,
I asked my way, he said,
'Come, follow me, my friend'-
I followed where he led.
He rapped the stones in front,
'Trust me,' he said, 'and come';
I followed like a child-
A blind man led me home.
The Fog
William Henry Davies
(17)
Poem topics: child, fog, friend, home, lost, space, trust, head, earth, place, street, black, heavy, follow, throat, distance, blind, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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