Down in the street the last late hansoms go br Still westward, but with backward eyes of red br The harlot shuffles to her lonely bed; br The tall policeman pauses but to throw br A flash into the empty portico; br Then he too passes, and his lonely tread br Links all the long-drawn gas-lights on a thread br And ties them to one planet swinging low. br O Hesperus! O happy star! to bend br O'er Helen's bosom in the trancèd west-- br To watch the hours heave by upon her breast br And at her parted lip for dreams attend: br If dawn defraud thee, how shall I be deem'd.