The lamps now glitter down the street;
Faintly sound the falling feet;
And the blue even slowly falls
About the garden trees and walls.
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I love the metaphors RLS uses and I love the way he writes poems and stories. I think he's really noticed how fires work and the thoughts you can have when staring at the flames. We love poemhunter and we look at a poem every day.
what city is this? Or is this an allegory? If so, what is the allegory?
I love this poem I learned as a child and I grew up staring into the fire usually in the evening, I saw lots of things in the fire I could the valles and the phantom armies marching it really used to set off my imagination and indeed it still does,