BALLAD OF THE LONDONER
Reading edition
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.