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ON THE THAMES EMBANKMENT (LONDON)
The bridge's loops were full of stars:
Across the bridge there went and came
A thousand wandering eyes of flame
And then the rattle of the cars.
Across the bridge there went and came
A thousand wandering eyes of flame
And then the rattle of the cars.
A stain of orange in the smoke
Rose and turned brown and passed away.
A breath of music tossed like spray
Against the river-wall, and broke.
Rose and turned brown and passed away.
A breath of music tossed like spray
Against the river-wall, and broke.
A new moon looked through rags of cloud;
A pigeon mourned among the trees;
And what was yesterday a breeze
Made the lamps quiver, and grew loud.
A pigeon mourned among the trees;
And what was yesterday a breeze
Made the lamps quiver, and grew loud.
Invisible the river was:
We heard it, but we could not see.
However foul its path may be
It might have been through river grass.
We heard it, but we could not see.
However foul its path may be
It might have been through river grass.
Of gifts it makes to days and nights
I took three memories away:
The scent of leaves that rotting lay,
The pigeon's call, the wandering lights.
I took three memories away:
The scent of leaves that rotting lay,
The pigeon's call, the wandering lights.
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