Question

poem fog by William Henry Davies

Answer 1

The Fog

I saw the fog grow thick, 
Which soon made blind my ken; 
It made tall men of boys, 
And giants of tall men. 

It clutched my throat, I coughed; 
Nothing was in my head 
Except two heavy eyes 
Like balls of burning lead. 

And when it grew so black 
That I could know no place, 
I lost all judgment then, 
Of distance and of space. 

The street lamps, and the lights 
Upon the halted cars, 
Could either be on earth 
Or be the heavenly stars. 

A man passed by me close, 
I asked my way, he said, 
'Come, follow me, my friend'— 
I followed where he led. 

He rapped the stones in front, 
'Trust me,' he said, 'and come'; 
I followed like a child— 
A blind man led me home.

by William Henry Davies