She draws near the town and there the metamorphosis takes place.
Fretted are her hips by the rough stone of the quay,
Her breast is a thicket of rugged hair
And black with the coal, which mingled with sweat,
Has turned the nymph to a stevedore wet.
And below is the dock
For the coke.[4]
[4] La pierre du quai dur lui rabote les hanches,
Sa poitrine est hérissée d’un poil rude,
Et noire de charbons, que délaye la sueur,