The Colour Of The Electric Lights Has A Strange Effect In Giving A Complementary Tint To The Air In The Early Evening. - Essay On London. O, Heavenly Colour! London Town Has Blurred It From Her Skies; And Hooded In An Earthly Brown, Unheaven'D The City Lies. No Longer Standard-Like This Hue Above The Broad Road Flies; Nor Does The Narrow Street The Blue Wear, Slender Pennon-Wise. But When The Gold And Silver Lamps Colour The London Dew, And, Misted By The Winter Damps, The Shops Shine Bright Anew - Blue Comes To Earth, It Walks The Street, It Dyes The Wide Air Through; A Mimic Sky About Their Feet, The Throng Go Crowned With Blue.
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