Of Two Dwellings
At the lower end of Limehouse CausewayIs a house where girls surrender their bodiesTo the pleasures of base-minded and unpolished men,In return for shillings.And on the walls about this houseBlossoms at summer the wild white rose.
In a tiny room at the top of a tenementLives a white maid of surpassing virtue,Gentle in manner and quiet and dutiful,Combing her golden curls each morningBefore a window that looks out to hell;That looks upon cesspools of mud, and mounds of refuseand the offal of the shops.