His fancy runs riot! What ails him? He sees
A Boulevard appearing, all shaded by trees;
With ease and with comfort the ’busses now glide
From Cannon Street corner to busy Cheapside.
A road, “wide as Holborn,” allows him to view
The Cathedral uprising in dignity new;
And a fine open space lets the oxygen roam
Where school-boys and merchants once boasted a home.
He looks, and his joy grows intense! But they fade—
The visions of elbow-room, Boulevard, and shade;