[BNP/E3, 79 – 9]

          In each

I saw the harlot lurking

Faithful descendants of the brutal ape

{…} escape {…}

Let me go back, I said

          Let me withdraw {…}

          I found I could not quell

Loving love of men in dreamful egotism

Or trick my feeling in Idea’s well

But man’s unhappiness

                      haunted me like a hell.

[9a^r]

Then dreams no more nor dreams’ {…} desire

For the inevitable curse of sex

With its unholy and perturbing fire

Their souls to beasts’ doth lawfully annex

Heredity {…} the {…} that perplex

Diversely to earn each soul to ill do urge

And there unto these brutal passion’s wreaking

And passions brute that past control do urge

Convention’s rotten arm and faith’s most damnèd scourge.

[9b^r]

And {…} disbelief

The belief’s strength was given not to them

{…} _______ hem

The skirts of Custom {…}

{…} could I e’en

Sever that which now is from that which might have been.