Aesthetics of the Asylum

The sober reality Was a double line of orphans in blue smocks Marching above the blue river Under the smoky eye of winter. It is possible to envy them; The picture of which they formed a part Was so well composed, In shades of blue and smoke And the dull brick red of the asylum walls; How orderly and tranquil the effect Of the wintry ranks of children Under the silent sky.