Classic Poem

To Covent Garden people stream
To drink the music there;
Upon the curb we stay to dream
With melody more rare:
Sing on, enchanted minstrel-girl,
Thou artless, young, and fair!

The 'buses in Southampton Row,
The jingling hansoms here,
Bear London, heedless, to and fro
In search of evening cheer:
For us thou art enough, dear voice,
Forgetful-sweet and clear!

Our daylong toil but goes to win
Another toilsome day;
Play on, oblivious violin!
Soft harp, beseech thee, play!
And thou, pale girl with eyes aflame,
Sing on for us who stay!