“Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many. Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, And each man fixed his eyes before… — T.S. Eliot Copy Share Image
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
