LAMPS, lamps! Lamps everywhere! You wistful, gay, and burning eyes, You stars low-driven from the skies Down on the rainy air. You merchant eyes, that never tire Of spying out our little ways, Of summing up our little days In ledgerings of fire -- Inscrutable your nightly glance, Your lighting and your snuffing out, Your flicker through the windy rout, Guiding this mazy dance. O watchful, troubled gaze of gold, Protecting us upon our beats -- You piteous glamour of the streets, Youthless -- and never old! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SETTING SAIL by EMILY DICKINSON CHARACTERS: SARAH RIGBY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD JOSEPH'S REFORM (A TALE OF THE HOT DOG TAVERN) by BERTON BRALEY TO THE PRESIDENT OF MAGDALEN COLLEGE, OXFORD by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE HUMAN NOTE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE BOOK OF THE DUCHESSE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |