LITTLE SONGS OF LONDON STREETS
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FLEET STREET
La Rue des Pas Perdus, We hear the echoing feet, Dragged by ghastly down-at-heels Along the ghostly street. The Street of Strange Shadows; We see the shadows crawl, Stumbling to the gutter, Slinking to the wall. The Street of the Dead Men. Secure on Hades’ floor, In sooth a gladder lot is ours, For we return no more.
OXFORD STREET
IN Oxford Street the nights are long, Lamp-flares in myriad jets repeat. The traffic-surge crests stark and strong In Oxford Street. In Oxford Street the girls are tall. Some trip, some lounge with leaden feet, For prices rise and prices fall In Oxford Street. In Oxford Street the nights are sad. Bodies and souls all incomplete Will burn in Hell for feigning glad In Oxford Street.