Of kings and the creatures of kings,
I shouted on Freedom to shake her
Feet loose of the fetter that clings;
Far rolling my ravenous red eye,
And lifting a mutinous lid,
To all monarchs and matrons I said I
Would shock them—and did.
Thee I sang, and thy loves, O Thalassian,
O "noble and nude and antique!"
Unashamed in the "fearless old fashion,"