The World Is Wide - Around Yon Court, Where Dirty Little Children Play, Another World Of Street On Street Grows Wide And Wider Every Day. And Round The Town For Endless Miles A Great Strange Land Of Green Is Spread - O Wide The World, O Weary-Wide, But It Is Wider Overhead. For Could You Mount Yon Glittering Stairs And On Their Topmost Turret Stand, - Still Endless Shining Courts And Squares, And Lanes Of Lamps On Every Hand. And, Might You Tread Those Starry Streets To Where Those Long Perspectives Bend, O You Would Cast You Down And Die - Street Upon Street, World Without End.