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LONDON / Used to wear her lights splendidly, / Flinging her shawl-fringe over the River, / Tassels in abandon.
And up in the sky / A two-eyed clock, like an owl / Solemnly used to approve, chime, chiming, / Approval, goggle-eyed fowl.
There are no gleams on the River, / No goggling clock; / No sound from St. Stephen's; / No lamp-fringed frock.
Instead, / Darkness, and skin-wrapped / Fleet, hurrying limbs, / Soft-footed dead.
London / Original, wolf-wrapped / In pelts of wolves, all her luminous / Garments gone.
London, with hair / Like a forest darkness, like a marsh / Of rushes, ere the Romans / Broke in her lair.
It is well / That London, lair of sudden / Male and female darknesses / Has broken her spell.