Flecker was an outstanding poet - sadly he died young and his poetry with him it seems. It is impossible to buy his poems now - all out of print I believe.
Ballad of the Londoner
Evening falls on the smoky walls, And the railings drip with rain, And I will cross the old river To see my girl again. The great and solemn-gliding tram, Love's still-mysterious car, Has many a light of gold and white, And a single dark red star.