The poem sets a quiet, almost ironic picture against its glittering title. "Streets paved in gold" promises wealth, but the poem keeps turning toward graves, names, and cracks. The first stanza suggests that something solemn, like death or memory, gives rise to longing. The speaker seems to want stillness ("to look still") and to leave behind a "great family," yet that family ends up "among the wrong names." That could point to a legacy that gets lost, mislabeled, or mixed in with strangers.
The final two lines land the idea. The street is "riven," meaning split or broken, and its richness belongs to "other men's gold." Judging by the imagery, the speaker feels like an outsider looking at a wealth that isn't theirs and may have been built on damage. The mood is hushed, wry, and a little bitter: ambition and inheritance are tangled up with loss, and the dream of golden streets looks hollow.