kin.

Not in the dark do we fight—haggle and flout and gibe;

Selling our love for a price, loaning our hearts for a bribe.

THE SONG OF THE CITIES

BOMBAY

 Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen Fronting thy richest sea with richer hands— A thousand mills roar through me where I glean All races from all lands. 

Fronting thy richest sea with richer hands—

All races from all lands.

 BOMBAY. Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen Fronting thy richest sea with richer hands— A thousand mills roar through me where I glean All races from all lands. 

BOMBAY.

Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen

Fronting thy richest sea with richer hands—

A thousand mills roar through me where I glean

All races from all lands.

CALCUTTA

 Me the Sea-captain loved, the River built, Wealth sought and Kings adventured life to hold. Hail, England! I am Asia—Power on silt, Death in my hands, but Gold! 

Wealth sought and Kings adventured life to hold.

Death in my hands, but Gold!

MADRAS

 Clive kissed me on the mouth and eyes and brow, Wonderful kisses, so that I became Crowned above Queens—a withered beldame now, Brooding on ancient fame. 

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