All along the railed paths from Regents Park to Notting Hill,

we feel the gaze of those long passed whose sightless eyes are on us

Still.

 

Through the Parks of Royal note St James up to Marble Arch,

we tread the lawns as lowly folk and take our pause as Soldiers

March. 

 

Beneath broad streets unpaved of gold from Camden Town to Bethnal Green,

we transit on an iron road laid down by toil that went

Unseen.   

 

By Highways, Byways, Cart or foot beneath the tunnelled turf and sky,

there is no step was ever put that fell assured nor questioned

Why.