Impression De Nuit ( London )

See what a mass of gems the city wears Upon her broad live bosom! row on row Rubies and emeralds and amethysts glow. See! that huge circle like a necklace, stares With thousands of bold eyes to heaven, and dares The golden stars to dim the lamps below, And in the mirror of the mire I know The moon has left her image unawares. That's the great town at night: I see her breasts, Pricked out with lamps they stand like huge black towers. I think they move! I hear her panting breath. And that's her head where the tiara rests. And in her brain, through lanes as dark as death, Men creep like thoughts...The lamps are like pale flowers