DOWN in the street the last late hansoms go Still westward, but with backward eyes of red The harlot shuffles to her lonely bed; The tall policeman pauses but to throw A flash into the empty portico; Then he too passes, and his lonely tread Links all the long-drawn gas-lights on a thread And ties them to one planet swinging low. O Hesperus! O happy star! to bend O'er Helen's bosom in the trancèd west— To watch the hours heave by upon her breast And at her parted lip for dreams attend: If dawn defraud thee, how shall I be deem'd, Who house within that bosom, and am dreamed? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A VIRTUOUS YOUNG GENTLEWOMAN THAT DIED SUDDENLY by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT A NEW EARTH by WILLIAM ARTHUR DUNKERLEY THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS (A CAT'S TALE, WITH ADDITIONS) by ELIZA LEE CABOT FOLLEN TO SENECA LAKE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL THIRTEEN WAYS OF LOOKING AT A BLACKBIRD by WALLACE STEVENS THE MIST AND ALL by DIXIE WILLSON THE PASSERS BY by AL-RADI BILLAH |