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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LIGHTS OF LONDON, by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: The evenfall, so slow on hills, hath shot
Last Line: Her tear by day, her fevered smile by night.
Subject(s): London
First Line: The evenfall, so slow on hills, hath shot
Last Line: Her tear by day, her fevered smile by night.
Subject(s): London
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 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.
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