See what a mass of gems the city wears br Upon her broad live bosom! row on row br Rubies and emeralds and amethysts glow. br See! that huge circle like a necklace, stares br With thousands of bold eyes to heaven, and dares br The golden stars to dim the lamps below, br And in the mirror of the mire I know br The moon has left her image unawares. br br That's the great town at night: I see her breasts, br Pricked out with lamps they stand like huge black towers. br I think they move! I hear her panting breath. br And that's her head where the tiara rests. br And in her brain, through lanes as dark as death, br Men creep like thoughts...