When the morning opens wet,
When in fog the sun hath set,
Then you sound to left, to right,
Tinkle, tinkle, day and night!
When to sleep my eyes incline,
Then your bells kicks up its shine;
Up the street and down the street,
’Mid the horse-hoofs’ maddening beat.
No—detested demon car.
I don’t “wonder what you are”;