text:  Not theirs the wild-wood wanderings The voices of the winds and springs: But seek them where the smoke-fog brown Incumbent broods o'er London town; 'Mid Finsbury Square ruralities Of mangy grass and scrofulous trees; 'Mid all the sounds that consecrate Thy street melodious Bishopsgate! Not by the mountain grot and pine Haunts of the Heliconian Nine: But where the town-bred Muses squall Love-verses in an annual; Such muses as inspire the grunt Of Barry Cornwall and Leigh Hunt