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 bright
Prick door and window; all her streets obscure
Sparkle and swarm with nothing true or 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.
The Lights Of London
Louise Imogen Guiney
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Poem topics: dream, light, london, night, smile, moment, bright, door, cold, tear, roof, true, extreme, valley, chaos, slow, fallen, watch, window, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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