Whitechapel

Noise; Iron hoofs, iron wheels, iron din Of drays and trams and feet passing; Iron Beaten to a vast mad cacophony.

In vain the shrill, far cry Of swallows sweeping by; In vain the silence and green Of meadows Apriline; In vain the clear white rain--

Soot; mud; A nation maddened with labour; Interminable collision of energies-- Iron beating upon iron; Smoke whirling upwards, Speechless, impotent.

In vain the shrill, far cry Of kittiwakes that fly Where the sea waves leap green. The meadows Apriline--

Noise, iron, smoke; Iron, iron, iron.