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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

John Davidson (1857–1909)


ATHWART the sky a lowly sigh

From west to east the sweet wind carried:

The sun stood still on Primrose Hill;

His light in all the city tarried:

The clouds on viewless columns bloomed

Like smoldering lilies unconsumed.

“O sweetheart, see! how shadowy,

Of some occult magician’s rearing,

Or swung in space of heaven’s grace

Dissolving, dimly reappearing,

Afloat upon ethereal tides

St. Paul’s above the city rides!”

A rumor broke through the thin smoke

Enwreathing abbey, tower, and palace,

The parks, the squares, the thoroughfares,

The million-peopled lanes and alleys,

An ever-muttering prisoned storm,—

The heart of London beating warm.