And low the mists of evening lie And lightly skims the midge.
As low as where this earth Spins like a fretful midge.Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Oh shall I see the Thames again? The prow-promoted gems again, As beefy ATS Without their hats Come shooting through the bridge? And "cheerioh" and "cheeri-bye" Across the waste of waters die, And low the mists of evening lie And lightly skims the midge.john betjeman