Três meses depois do seu lançamento:
Take me back to beautiful England
the grey, damp filthiness of ages,
fog rolling down behind the mountains,
on the graveyards, and dead sea-captains.
Let me walk through the stinking alleys
to the music of drunken beatings,
past the Thames River, glistening like gold
hastily sold for nothing.
Let me watch night fall on the river,
the moon rise up and turn to silver,
the sky move,
the ocean shimmer,
the hedge shake,
the last living rose quiver.