<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348468" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fleet Street</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">BENEATH this narrow jostling street, <br> Unruffled by the noise of feet, <br>Like a slow organ-note I hear <br>The pulses of the great world beat. <br> <br>Unseen beneath the city’s show <br>Through this aorta ever flow <br>The currents of the universe— <br>A thousand pulses throbbing low! <br> <br>Unheard beneath the pavement’s din <br>Unknown magicians sit within <br>Dim caves, and weave life into words <br>On patient looms that spin and spin. <br> <br>There, uninspired, yet with the dower <br>Of mightier mechanic power, <br>Some bent, obscure Euripides <br>Builds the loud drama of the hour! <br> <br>There, from the gaping presses hurled, <br>A thousand voices, passion-whirled, <br>With throats of steel vociferate <br>The incessant story of the world! <br> <br>So through this artery from age <br>To age the tides of passion rage, <br>The swift historians of each day <br>Flinging a world upon a page! <br> <br>And then I pause and gaze my fill <br>Where cataracts of traffic spill <br>Their foam into the Circus. Lo! <br>Look up, the crown on Ludgate Hill! <br> <br>Remote from all the city’s moods, <br>In high, untroubled solitudes, <br>Like an old Buddha swathed in dream, <br>St. Paul’s above the city broods!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Henry+Adams">Arthur Henry Adams</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348468" data-title="Fleet Street de Arthur Henry Adams" data-description="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 thousa..."></div> </div> </div>

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