Yes! urban is your Muse, and owns br An empire based on London stones; br Yet flow'rs, as mountain violets sweet, br Spring from the pavement 'neath her feet. br br Of wilder birth this Muse of mine, br Hill-cradled, and baptized with brine; br And 'tis for her a sweet despair br To watch that courtly step and air! br br Yet surely she, without reproof, br Greeting may send from realms aloof, br And even claim a tie in blood, br And dare to deem it sisterhood. br br For well we know, those Maidens be br All daughters of Mnemosyne; br And 'neath the unifying sun, br Many the songs-but Song is one.