"Each day in Croydon High Street
I watch my darling pass,
By catching in Boots window-pane
Her image on the glass.
She stops; I turn; I tremble!
Shall I reach out my hand?
Too late! She glides on, humming now,
Past Meredith & Bland.
Her poignant perfume lingers,
Electric, on the air -
O! Dare I catch her up in Penge
And gently mount her there?"
Graham Feakins found this 1931 poem by John Betjeman in a book of published artices by Alan Coren.