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Lines 60-63:

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.

Eliot's Note:

60. Cf. Baudelaire
“Fourmillante cité, cité pleine de rêves,
“Où le spectre en plein jour raccroche le passant.”

Context:

From “Les Sept Vieillards” (“The Seven Old Men”), a poem in Charles Baudelaire's 1857 volume of poetry Fleurs du mal:

“Unreal city, city full of dreams,
Where ghosts in broad daylight cling to passsers-by.”