FADES into twilight the last golden gleam

Thrown by the sunset on upland and stream

Glints o'er the Serpentine—tips Notting Hill—

Dies on the summit of proud Pentonville.

Day brought us trouble, but Night brings us peace

Morning brought sorrow, but Eve bids it cease.

Gaslight and Gaiety, beam for a while;

Pleasure and Paraffin, lend us a smile.

Temples of Mammon are voiceless again—

Lonely policemen inherit Mark Lane

Silent is Lothbury—quiet Cornhill—

Babel of Commerce, thine echoes are still.

Far to the South,—where the wanderer strays

Lost among graveyards and riverward ways,

Hardly a footfall and hardly a breath

Comes to dispute Laurence—Pountney with Death.

Westward the stream of Humanity glides;—

'Busses are proud of their dozen insides.

Put up thy shutters, grim Care, for to-day—

Mirth and the lamplighter hurry this way.

Out on the glimmer weak Hesperus yields!

Gas for the cities and stars for the fields.

Daisies and buttercups, do as ye list;

I and my friends are for music or whist.