Thro' the thick vagueness of the vaporous night, From the dark alley, with a clouded light, Two rheumy, melancholy lampions flare. They are the eyes of the Police. In there, Down the dark archway, thro' the greasy door, Passionately pushing past the three or four Complacent constables that cluster'd round A costermonger, in gutter found Incapably, but combatively, drunk, The woman hurried. Thro' the doorway slunk A peaky pinch'd-up child with frighten'd face, Important witness in some murder case About to come before the magistrate To-morrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRAMERCY PARK by SARA TEASDALE NURSE'S SONG, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE RAIN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ENDYMION by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AFTERNOON ON A HILL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY OFF MESOLONGI by ALFRED AUSTIN EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 22. 'TIS HONOURABLE TO BE LOVE'S MARTYR by PHILIP AYRES |