From high black walls, gleaming vaguely with rain, Each yellow light looked down like a golden eye. They trembled from coign to coign, and tower to tower, Along high terraces quicker than dream they flew. And some of them steadily glowed, and some soon vanished, And some strange shadows threw.

Before him, numberless lovers smiled and talked. And death was observed with sudden cries, And birth with laughter and pain. And the trees grew taller and blac…

From some, the light was scarcely more than a gloom: From some, a dazzling desire.

There, in the high bright window he dreams, and sees What we are blind to,-we who mass and crowd From wall to wall in the darkening of a cloud.

One naked star has waded through The purple shadows of the night, And faltering as falls the dew It drips its misty light.

The window-lights, myriads and myriads, Bloom from the walls like climbing flowers.

This is where the shadows come to play twixt the day And night Dancing and skipping Along a chink of light