From the geyser ventilators br Autumn winds are blowing down br On a thousand business women br Having baths in Camden Town br br Waste pipes chuckle into runnels, br Steam's escaping here and there, br Morning trains through Camden cutting br Shake the Crescent and the Square. br br Early nip of changeful autumn, br Dahlias glimpsed through garden doors, br At the back precarious bathrooms br Jutting out from upper floors; br br And behind their frail partitions br Business women lie and soak, br Seeing through the draughty skylight br Flying clouds and railway smoke. br br Rest you there, poor unbelov'd ones, br Lap your loneliness in heat.