Louise Imogen Guiney

Here you will find the Poem The Lights of London of poet Louise Imogen Guiney

The Lights of 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 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.