At night the gas lamps light our street, Electric bulbs our homes; The gas is billed in cubic feet, Electric light in ohms. But one illumination still Is brighter far and sweeter; It is not figured in a bill Nor measured by a meter. More bright that lights that money buys, More pleasing to discerners, The shining lamps of Helen's eyes, Those lovely double burners! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDER THE CEDARCROFT CHESTNUT by SIDNEY LANIER THE DYING DECADENT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE EVE OF BUNKER HILL [JUNE 16, 1775] by CLINTON SCOLLARD VERSES, RESPECTFULLY & AFFECTIONALLY INSCRIBED TO PROFESSIONAL FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON THE SERVANT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |