I Everybody Else, Then, Going, And I Still Left Where The Fair Was? . . . Much Have I Seen Of Neighbour Loungers Making A Lusty Showing, Each Now Past All Knowing. Ii There Is An Air Of Blankness In The Street And The Littered Spaces; Thoroughfare, Steeple, Bridge And Highway Wizen Themselves To Lankness; Kennels Dribble Dankness. Iii Folk All Fade. And Whither, As I Wait Alone Where The Fair Was? Into The Clammy And Numbing Night-Fog Whence They Entered Hither. Soon Do I Follow Thither! June 2, 1913.