Evening falls on the smoky walls, And the railings drip with rain, And I will cross the old river To see my girl again. The great and solemn-gliding tram, Love's still-mysterious car, Has many a light of gold and white, And a single dark red star. I know a garden in a street Which no one ever knew; I know a rose beyond the Thames, Where flowers are pale and few. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVELATION by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE SHELLEY'S SKYLARK by THOMAS HARDY THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 24 by OMAR KHAYYAM SONGS OF TRAVEL: 2. YOUTH AND LOVE: 1 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A FARM PICTURE by WALT WHITMAN TO A BUTTERFLY (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |