Country roads are yellow and brown. <br />We mend the roads in London town. <br /> <br />Never a hansom dare come nigh, <br />Never a cart goes rolling by. <br /> <br />An unwonted silence steals <br />In between the turning wheels. <br /> <br />Quickly ends the autumn day, <br />And the workman goes his way, <br /> <br />Leaving, midst the traffic rude, <br />One small isle of solitude, <br /> <br />Lit, throughout the lengthy night, <br />By the little lantern's light. <br /> <br />Jewels of the dark have we, <br />Brighter than the rustic's be. <br /> <br />Over the dull earth are thrown <br />Topaz, and the ruby stone.<br /><br />Mary Elizabeth Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/street-lanterns/
