That handles wines from Portugal and Spain,
That Shelley is a cashier of a bank,
That Keats is valet to a wealthy Jew,
That Oscar Wilde lays bricks, that Edgar Poe
Is selling silks and satins on the road,
And that Walt Whitman, he of noble height,
Is manager of a department store.
And I would have dreamed on, had not disgust,
A flood of dire disgust, awakened me,
And I myself was forced to rush downtown