Streets, and Other Verses

by Douglas Goldring

The great town grows before my eyes,

I hear its murmurs and its sighs,

Travel, in dreams, the streets I knew

And roam from Greenwich Park to Kew.

I love to think of bland Pall Mall

(Where Charles made love to Pretty Nell)

And rich South Audley Street, and Wapping,

And Bond Street and the Christmas shopping,

Knightsbridge, the Inner Circle train,

And Piccadilly and Park Lane;