The Lights of London
THE evenfall, so slow on hills, hath shotFar down into the valley’s cold extreme,Untimely midnight; spire and roof and streamLike fleeing spectres, shudder and are not.The Hampstead hollies, from their sylvan plotYet cloudless, lean to watch as in a dream,From chaos climb with many a sudden gleam,London, one moment fallen and forgot.Her booths begin to flare; and gases brightPrick door and window; all her streets obscureSparkle and swarm with nothing true nor sure,Full as a marsh of mist and winking light;Heaven thickens over, Heaven that cannot cureHer tear by day, her fevered smile by night.
THE evenfall, so slow on hills, hath shotFar down into the valley’s cold extreme,Untimely midnight; spire and roof and streamLike fleeing spectres, shudder and are not.The Hampstead hollies, from their sylvan plotYet cloudless, lean to watch as in a dream,From chaos climb with many a sudden gleam,London, one moment fallen and forgot.Her booths begin to flare; and gases brightPrick door and window; all her streets obscureSparkle and swarm with nothing true nor sure,Full as a marsh of mist and winking light;Heaven thickens over, Heaven that cannot cureHer tear by day, her fevered smile by night.
THE evenfall, so slow on hills, hath shotFar down into the valley’s cold extreme,Untimely midnight; spire and roof and streamLike fleeing spectres, shudder and are not.The Hampstead hollies, from their sylvan plotYet cloudless, lean to watch as in a dream,From chaos climb with many a sudden gleam,London, one moment fallen and forgot.
THE evenfall, so slow on hills, hath shot
Far down into the valley’s cold extreme,
Untimely midnight; spire and roof and stream
Like fleeing spectres, shudder and are not.
The Hampstead hollies, from their sylvan plot
Yet cloudless, lean to watch as in a dream,
From chaos climb with many a sudden gleam,
London, one moment fallen and forgot.
Her booths begin to flare; and gases brightPrick door and window; all her streets obscureSparkle and swarm with nothing true nor sure,Full as a marsh of mist and winking light;Heaven thickens over, Heaven that cannot cureHer tear by day, her fevered smile by night.
Her booths begin to flare; and gases bright
Prick door and window; all her streets obscure
Sparkle and swarm with nothing true nor sure,
Full as a marsh of mist and winking light;
Heaven thickens over, Heaven that cannot cure
Her tear by day, her fevered smile by night.