In the still of night, where whispers softly tread,
Streets of cobblestone echo tales unsaid.
The moonlight bathes the ancient walls in grace,
And dreams of yesteryears gently embrace.

Through the morning mist, the city stirs awake,
The river’s song, a melody to take.
History lingers in each breath of air,
A timeless dance, a story to share.

Markets bustling with colors, sights, and sounds,
An artist’s canvas where life truly abounds.
From dawn till dusk, in every step and glance,
The essence of English life, in a trance.

As twilight falls, the lamps begin to glow,
Casting shadows, a gentle evening show.
In every heart, a legacy survives,
The spirit of England, forever alive.