Some are born for city life, and some to visit and run home again.

Crane is not easy but worth the trouble.

Wordsworth, imho, did a better and more concise job with Upon Westminster Bridge, moreover it rhymes and scans:

Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear

The beauty of the morning: silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!

The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still.

Mind you ... Willie Wordsworth missed this trick:

http://www.studentbeans.com/worldweirdweb/a/fails/penis-shadows-found-on-westminster-bridge1820.html

Almost aa many pricks on the pavement as those seated on the green and red benches in the PoW, just over the Bridge.

I prefer Wordsworth, too. And Housman. Otherwise, it's limericks for me.