One of the twain was long and dusty grey, <br />And like a spark that in the ashes lies, <br />Satiric laughter glinted in his eyes <br />And made his nose auroral with its ray: <br />The other like a huge black bird of prey, <br />His hat enorm, his pipe of awful size, <br />His coat hung empty-sleeved in careless wise, <br />Loomed a fat angel from the pit astray. <br />A voice was booming ever: laugh and jeer <br />Mingled with noble praise of battling right, <br />And verse and girls were mixed with radiant beer <br />And all the city tram was given sight <br />Of the invisible dark and bidden hear <br />Unsplashing silence of the pouring light.<br /><br />John Le Gay Brereton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-tram/
