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...THE FOUR BROTHERS by CARL SANDBURG ISADORA DUNCAN DANCING 'IPHIGENIA IN AULIS' by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE PETRIFIED FERN by MARY LYDIA BOLLES BRANCH BUNCHES OF GRAPES by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE BRUCE: HOW THE BRUCE CROSSED LOCH LOMOND by JOHN BARBOUR RAISING THE DEVIL; A LEGEND OF CORNELIUS AGRIPPA by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SUBLIME ILLUSION by FLORENCE BROOKS FO'C'S'LE YARNS: 2D SERIES. DEDICATION by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |