Can the same law that cut thee off compel thee to return?
Return! alas! my Cabman bold, what shall the public do,
When rain is falling everywhere, wetting the public through?
I’ll stand me up beneath an arch, and pause and sadly think—
’Twas at the beer-shop opposite, the Cabmen used to drink.
The Cabmen used to drink! Away—my fevered dream is o’er;
I could not live a day and know cabs were to be no more.
They’ve cut thee down, exacting one; but legal power is strong:
You tempted us, my insolent! you kept it up too long.
Who said that I had given thee up? Who said that thou wert sold?