Piccadilly Circus
... Kaleidoscopic lights, a blaze of^sigas And sounds that mingle In a jostling crowd. An ever-throbbing pageantry of Lifer That pauses not But. swiftly moves along Down the long years in circus circling. Hiding each sorrow Stifling down each joy Just marching as a regiment Yet undrilled, Mingling but mixing not. Part of the sounds and lights, A panoramic drama never still Under a sky Whose light ...