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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=558920" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In London Town</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=558920" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It is not here I best enjoy<br>The pleasure, that can never cloy,<br>Of idly roaming London town,<br>Where such familiar names look down<br>Upon the wanderer in the street,<br>From Cheapside, Cornhill, and the Fleet.<br>The noisy, pushing, bustling crowd,<br>The din of trade and traffic loud,<br>Confuse the too bewildered sense<br>And drive a thousand memories hence.<br>When in the quiet town once more,<br>Where not a murmur of the roar<br>Of busy trade or loud displays<br>Disturb the quiet of her ways,<br>Backward my soul will turn and then<br>Will walk these London streets again;<br>While wits and poets of years gone by,<br>Who now in dim cathedrals lie,<br>Will meet me where their memories make<br>The places dearer for their sake —<br>And with their shades perchance a few<br>Of living forms shall mingle too.<br>So, often when the daylight dies,<br>Shall I at evcning close my eyes<br>To walk again the Strand, the Fleet,<br>And every dear familiar street,<br>And, undisturbed by din or roar,<br>Find every house and nook once more.<br>My London, which I carry west,<br>Is peopled only by her best.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Walter+Learned">Walter Learned</a></strong></div>