A train with many a cattle van
Sweep past her, and the signal man
Reversed his lamps, and snoozed again.
She only said, "The night is dreary—
It cometh not," she said;
She said, "I am aweary, aweary,
Of lamps, green, white, and red!"
The tired officials kept aloof,
The telegraphic wires did sound
Their notes Æolian on the roof,