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The last man in London came to the wall by the river, in an ancient cloak that was one of those that once my friends had worn, and peered over the edge to see that I still was there. Then he went, and I never saw men again: they had passed away with London. THE LAST MAN IN LONDON CAME TO THE WALL BY THE RIVER IN AN ANCIENT CLOAK THAT WAS ONE OF THOSE THAT ONCE MY FRIENDS HAD WORN AND PEERED OVER THE EDGE TO SEE THAT I WAS STILL THERE THEN HE WENT AND I NEVER SAW MEN AGAIN THEY HAD PASSED AWAY WITH LONDON
ys brought them back. At last the barges went no more, and there were fewer lights; shaped timbers no longer floated down the fairway, and there came instead old wind-uprooted trees in all their natural simplicity. At last I was aware that somewhere near me a blade of grass was growing, and the moss began to appear all over the dead houses. One day some thistledown went drifting over the river. For some years I watched these signs attentively, until I became certain that London was passing away. Then I hoped once more, and all along both banks of the river there was anger among the lost things that anything should dare to hope upon the forsaken mud. Gradually the horrible houses crumbled, until the poor dead things that never had had life got decent burial among the weeds and moss. At last the may appeared and the convolvulus. Finally, the wild rose stood up over mounds that had been wharves and warehouses. Then I knew that the cause of Nature had triumphed, and London had passed away. SSORS ALWAYS BROUGHT THEM BACK AT LAST THE BARGES WENT NO MORE AND THERE WERE FEWER LIGHTS SHAPED TIMBERS NO LONGER FLOATED DOWN THE FAIR WAY AND THERE CAME INSTEAD OLD WIND UPROOTED TREES IN ALL THEIR NATURAL SIMPLICITY AT LAST I WAS AWARE THAT SOMEWHERE NEAR ME A BLADE OF GRASS WAS GROWING AND THE MOSS BEGAN TO APPEAR ALL OVER THE DEAD HOUSES ONE DAY SOME THISTLEDOWN WENT DRIFTING OVER THE RIVER FOR SOME YEARS I WATCHED THESE SIGNS ATTENTIVELY UNTIL I BECAME CERTAIN THAT LONDON WAS PASSING AWAY THEN I HOPED ONCE MORE AND ALL ALONG BOTH BANKS OF THE RIVER THERE WAS ANGER AMONG THE LOST THINGS THAT ANYTHING SHOULD DARE TO HOPE UPON THE FORSAKEN MUD GRADUALLY THE HORRIBLE HOUSES CRUMBLED UNTIL THE POOR DEAD THINGS THAT NEVER HAD HAD LIFE GOT DECENT BURIAL AMONG THE WEEDS AND MOSS AT LAST THE MAY APPEARED AND THE CONVAL VIEWLESS FINALLY THE WILD ROSE STOOD UP OVER THE MOUNDS THAT HAD BEEN WHARVES AND WAREHOUSES THEN I KNEW THAT THE CAUSE OF NATURE HAD TRIUMPHED AND LONDON HAD PASSED AWAY
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