Charlotte the Harlot       A desperate thing
I will sing her a ring     Save her soul within
Her beaten corpse, that roadside lies
.And glass strewn o'er the rougered skies

?Her youth unknown, for who queries the poor—
Yet ere blood broke, a London 'ore
To wantonise for bread and wine  
. . .Her humble host — for Paul's divine

 —WHAT DEN OF SQUALOR—  WHAT DEN OF FILTH
 !WHAT LECH'ROUS 'ORROR—  WHAT LEPROUS TILTH
  But come, O may, let us pray, let us pray   
. . .That she wrings such wrongs away     

Yea oft ere tavinn'd           Deep-draughten drearied
Rest m'sung, and aft 'eard say   Pray, till the larks o' the morning
Dream elude lay till dream allude day
. . .And I'll put myself out anyway

And left, scatter-skull'd t'error—
My throat throbbed sick, like of maggots thick
Blindly groping like a god o'Bethlam  
—Breast-brown'd birds' buffet

—WHAT DENS OF SQUALOR—  WHAT DENS OF FILTH
!WHAT LECH'ROUS 'ORRORS—  WHAT LEPROUS TILTH
  But come, O may, let us pray, let us pray   
. . .That their wails whorl warp away     

The stars by starlight   And Mars by farsight
The wiles intrepid      And warts decrepit
Yet still her smile would softly play
. . .On first the gentried, then the lay

And as she grew up in the hours—
For curtesying onto bosom'd flowers
She learnt things men would never see  
. . .She learnt to know impulsively

—WHAT DINS OF SQUALOR—   WHAT DINS OF FILTH
!WHAT LECH'ROUS 'ORRORS—  WHAT LEPROUS TILTH
  But come, O may, let us pray, let us pray   
. . .That wept sins wet singe away     

Her eyes like honey    Or fragrant rummy
Wingwings my tummy     Singsing for money
O Seyncts—! beheld then in that gaze
. . .Not beauty, no, but praise

And in those eyes a del'cate power—
Beyond the dimness of the bower,
And in those arms progressively  
. . .The bless of less and less of me

And in God's glory-granting choir—
Mere moment more than man might mire
Forgetting what became of me  
. . .I undulated endlessly

S'BLOOD, and well!— the sun shall swell
. . .Unearthed and on in heaven
 ——Nor thwack no bells   
 The devil in hell    
.One rot will tell