From Battersea Bridge at Midnight
Looking over toward London, the slim
Straight lines of light from the lamps along the river
Meticulously made,
Most classically shadowed there, a prim
Silver colonnade.
Geoffrey de Montalk
But up the stream a glowing faery isle
And clustered lights all ravishingly quiver
(Where in the daytime seas
Wash wearily about the power-house, while
The heart is ill at ease).
And a little boat with lights green, yellow and red,
Ts turned into a magical Chinese
Duck, whose long wake is
A right-triangle, far past the imagined
Island's isosceles.
Structure
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