I Think We Are In Rats’ Alley

Where Is The Life We Lost In Living?

I Journeyed To London, To The Timekept City, Where The River Flows, With Foreign Flotations. There I Was Told: We Have Too Many Churches, And Too Few Chop-houses.

You Will Find That You Survive Humiliation. And That's An Experience Of Incalculable Value.

We Have Lingered In The Chambers Of The Sea By Sea-girls Wreathed With Seaweed Red And Brown Till Human Voices Wake Us... And We Drown.

I've Been Born, And Once Is Enough.