Lord Horder, famous physician, and chairman of London's Anti-Noise League, says that the source of Melbourne's noise is its trams. Noise, he adds, is only another form of bad manners.
So there I was in the city again From the calm of the quiet bush, And I saw strange faces, sick with strain, Where the street crowds weave and push. And every face that passed me bore That look of half-guessed fear, While the traffic's never-ceasing roar Came to my tortured ear. Trams! -------- Electric trams! Hear their thunders, shriekings, slams! Unholy things, by fiends devised -- Unmannerly! Uncivilised! By famed physicians criticsed: I loathe to have them near me. I say I loathe -- Aw, what's the use Of bellowing my front teeth loose And shouting all this fierce abuse When not a soul can hear me? So, here I am in the bush again, And I hear the bushbirds call Their matin songs -- ah, rich refrain! Flame-robin first of all, Now whip-bird, now melodious thrush. Fain would I forget The clamorous street, the favored rush. Come peace; come dreams -- and, yet -- Trams! -------- Menace of trams! Even here a swift dread dams My flow of joy. I can't forget The evil may pursue me yet To this far Eden, and their threat A deadlier pang arouses; And I am filled with new-found fear That, should the cities sweep them clear They'll drag the ghastly things up here To serve as summer-houses!
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