Black text on white background, this is a screenshot from the Poetry Foundation. It reads: The Lights of London by Louise Imogen Guiney The evenfall, so slow on hills, hath shot Far down into the valley's cold extreme, Untimely midnight; spire and roof and stream Like fleeing spectres, shudder and are not. The Hampstead hollies, from their sylvan plot Yet cloudless, lean in to watch as in a dream, From chaos climb with many a sudden gleam, London, one moment fallen and forgot. Her booths begin to flare; and gases bright Prick door and window; all her streets obscure Sparkle and swarm with nothing true nor sure, Full as a marsh of mist and winking light; Heaven thickens over, Heaven that cannot cure Her tear by day, her fevered smile by night. Source: American Poetry: The Nineteenth Century (The Library of America, 1993)

This gorgeous imagery pre-dates T.S. Eliot's work. Enjoy

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