Daisy 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, Dryope, Laodamia. 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. 6)