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Arthur Henry Adams - Fleet StreetArthur Henry Adams - Fleet Street
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BENEATH this narrow jostling street,    Unruffled by the noise of feet,   Like a slow organ-note I hear   The pulses of the great world beat.     Unseen beneath the city’s show           Through this aorta ever flow   The currents of the universe—   A thousand pulses throbbing low!     Unheard beneath the pavement’s din   Unknown magicians sit within           Dim caves, and weave life into words   On patient looms that spin and spin.     There, uninspired, yet with the dower   Of mightier mechanic power,   Some bent, obscure Euripides           Builds the loud drama of the hour!     There, from the gaping presses hurled,   A thousand voices, passion-whirled,   With throats of steel vociferate   The incessant story of the world!             So through this artery from age   To age the tides of passion rage,   The swift historians of each day   Flinging a world upon a page!     And then I pause and gaze my fill           Where cataracts of traffic spill   Their foam into the Circus. Lo!   Look up, the crown on Ludgate Hill!     Remote from all the city’s moods,   In high, untroubled solitudes,           Like an old Buddha swathed in dream,   St. Paul’s above the city broods!
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