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To begin with / a city / a fair grey day / a day as lively and noisy as a close gossip of sparrows as terribly impersonal as a sea cavern full of machines / when morning is driving down from the roofs of buildings / into stone labyrinths and traffic webs / when each man is alone forever in the midst of the masses of men / LONDON / and all the separate movements of the morning crowds / [Big Ben] 10 / are lost together in the heartbeat of the clocks / a day when the long noise of the sea is forgotten / street-drowned in another memory / of the sound itself of smoke and sailing dust / trumpets of traffic signs and hoardings and posters / [Piccadilly Circus]
rasp of the red and green signal lights / and scraped string voices of overhead wires / and the owl sound of the dry wind in the Tube tunnels / and blare and ragged drumroll of the armies of pavements and chimneys / and crossings and street walls the riding choirs of the wheels / the always to be remembered even through continual sea music / music of the towers and bridges and spires and domes / of the island city. / [St Paul's Cathedral] / There is peace under one roof.