Evening falls on the smoky walls, <br />And the railings drip with rain, <br />And I will cross the old river <br />To see my girl again. <br />The great and solemn-gliding tram, <br />Love's still-mysterious car, <br />Has many a light of gold and white, <br />And a single dark red star. <br /> <br />I know a garden in a street <br />Which no one ever knew; <br />I know a rose beyond the Thames, <br />Where flowers are pale and few.<br /><br />James Elroy Flecker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ballad-of-the-londoner/
