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