Let us pull London down and stand
Once more 'neath skies, and walk on land!
Let us pull London down and make
A place to keep the soul awake.
Destroy the city and forget
A new one in its room to set!

Th' invading sun, besieging trees,
Would purge the town of all disease.
Fireless and bedless, Bloomsbury cats
Would kill each other on Thames' flats,
And all the mice of Mount Street flock
To drown in cages of baroque.