Musa Verticordia :: :: University of Virginia Library

I have heard the ocean's cadence
Along the Northern shore,
I have heard the wind's upbraidence
Of mere and mountain hoar:
I have heard the throstle fluting
Over his hawthorn nest,
And the nightingale disputing
With the sorrow in his breast:
But oft have I found more sweet
The thunder and beat
Of a London street;
The thunder and beat,
Where the cross-roads meet,
When the lamps are lit in a London street.

I have heard the thunder dealing
The piled peaks blow on blow,
And the distant ranges, reeling,
Resound from snow to snow;
I have heard the ring-dove cooing
Beneath the leafy noon,
And the river softly wooing
The shadows of the moon:
Yet oft have I found more sweet
The thunder and beat
Of a London street,
The thunder and beat
Where the cross-roads meet,
When the lamps are lit in a London street.