Night in North London, [November] <December> 1914
The Lamp-lights made the winter evenings fair,
Twinkling in constellations [where] the low
Grey valley lies with a few clustering trees,
and many houses. In the deepened dark,
They shone untired through the hours of night,
Until the morning came with paler sky,
and the grass grey with dew, and in the mist
They faded slowly with the yellow moon.
Now that a war has saddened us, the lights
are dimmed and few and very far between,
and those that loved to see them in the night
Must needs raise up their eyes a space more high
and seek this comfort in the unnumbered stars.