by John Drinkwater A Town Window

BEYOND my window in the night
Is but a drab inglorious street,
Yet there the frost and clean starlight
As over Warwick woods are sweet.
Under the grey drift of the town	5
The crocus works among the mould
As eagerly as those that crown
The Warwick spring in flame and gold.
And when the tramway down the hill
Across the cobbles moans and rings,	10
There is about my window-sill
The tumult of a thousand wings. It is a simple poem about what John Drinkwater is seeing on the street. He does with a lot of imagery, and he is mostly likely explaining all the sounds and sights one would see and hear in the morning.