Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Impression de Nuit: LondonAlfred Douglas (18701945)
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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.
Prick’d 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.