London

A MIGHTY mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping,

  Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye

Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping

  In sight, then lost amidst the forestry

Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping

  On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy;

A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown

  On a fool’s head,—and there is London Town!