You were my playmate by the sea.
We swam together.
Your girl's body had no breasts.
To-day I pass through the streets.
She who touches my arm and talks with me
Is--who knows? Helen of Sparta,
And there you are
A whore in Oxford Street.
(quoted in full by Padraic Colum in "Egoism in Poetry," The New Republic 5, 55 [November 20, 1915], p.