Here have I watched an hundred years
Bespatter me with blood and tears,
Yet leave man ever in arrears
Of where my monkeys start.
No more, dog-rose and meadow-sweet!
The harlot's musk and rotten meat
Blow at me from the mart.
"No more, clear streams and fairy feet!
But through my mouth the striving street
Drains in brown spate the men who eat