50 
THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. 
 
Whose lascivious appetite  
Is most swiftly set alight  
By their beauty or their wealth,  
By their passion or their weakness,  
In sheer lust of hate, it may be ;  
In the open or by stealth,  
By their slenderness or sleekness.  
For harlot worn and blubbing baby  
Nineteen centuries shall see  
Life run horizontally. 
 
2ND NYMPH 
 
Soul shall follow body’s station.  
They shall cling to degradation,  
Dance to the clank of the chains that eat  
Deep ulcers in their fettered feet.  
Lock love the dove in a close cage,  
And loose the tiger marriage :  
To the camel of joy be a needle’s eye,  
And a wolf’s-throat to monogamy.  
Youth’s lusty god shall turn them sick,  
While they dote on age’s gilded stick.  
Beauty shall shiver in the cold  
While they warm their buttocks at the fire