Streets, and Other Verses

by Douglas Goldring

He: Here’s a lane, and quiet, too:

’Tis where the folks from London woo,

Two and two.

She: It leads to Kilburn, where I live:

I promised I’d be back at five—

I must be quick or I’ll be late,

No, no—I dare not wait.

He: See, Maggie, it’s called Lover’s Lane,

So other’s girls are kind, that’s plain.

This love’s a thing that all men know;