Street Lamps
Lamps, lamps! Lamps ev'rywhere!
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!
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!
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