OHEAVENLY colour, London town Has blurred it from her skies; And, hooded in an earthly brown, Unheaven'd the city lies. No longer, standard-like, this hue Above the broad road flies; Nor does the narrow street the blue Wear, slender pennon-wise. But when the gold and silver lamps Colour the London dew, And, misted by the winter damps, The shops shine bright anew -- Blue comes to earth, it walks the street, It dyes the wide air through; A mimic sky about their feet, The throng go crowned with blue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER by THOMAS CAMPBELL MY AIN COUNTRIE by MARY LEE DEMAREST AN ANCIENT TO ANCIENTS by THOMAS HARDY EPILOGUE TO THE SATIRES: DIALOGUE 1 by ALEXANDER POPE SONNET TO A CLAM by JOHN GODFREY SAXE CEREMONIAL ODE; INTENDED FOR A UNIVERSITY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |