William Butler Yeats Visits Lincoln Park and Escapes Unscathed

I spied a fair young maiden and a flame was in her eyes

When the fog rolled in and the gas rolled out

From Lincoln Park the dark was turning
And the wise men walked in their Robespierre robes
In Lincoln Park the dark was turning

In Lincoln Park the dark was turning, turning
Through Lincoln Park the dark was turning
Of Lincoln Park, the dark was turning, turning
I'll go back to the city where I can be alone
Like wild horses freed at last we took the streets of wine

They spread their sheets upon the ground just like a wandering tribe
But I searched in vain for she stayed behind
And on her face lay the steel blue skies
And tell my friend she lies in stone
The towers trapped and trembling and the boats were tossed about