Oh, have I bartered and forgotten thee,

Selling thy tarnished twilights for gold sun,

Relinquishing thy dreams that used to run

A ragged troop along thy streets with me?

Cast off the glitter of thy jewelry,

Thy lamp-light, starlight, colours crudely spun,

The eloquent ugliness, the roofs of dun,

The fogs that swathe in bands of mystery?

Mother of dreams and laughter and despair!

Thy joy my Heaven is, my Hell thy pain,

Thy labyrinthian streets wind everywhere,

Thy sins and passions baffle me again;

And all my hopes thy lamps that flick and glare,

And all my griefs thy beggars in the rain.