Goreham Street’s sad. Here lives old Jones the poet—
He knew Swinburne and Watts, and has letters from “dear Charlie Keene.”
Loo Isaacs lives here as well, and poor Captain Jowett:
And the “Goreham Street Murder” was over at number thirteen.
Now George Street (E.C.) strikes a cheerful and strenuous note;
It is full of live men of business, of ’buses and noise;
Of Surbiton gents, very sleek, in top-hat and fur coat;
And earnest young clerks who perspire, and take classes for boys.
But Audley Street has a calm and a gently fastidious air!
Here I shall live when I’m rich, with my wife and my car: