Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Piccadilly
By Ezra Pound
B
Ye that were whole, and are so sunken;
And, O ye vile, ye that might have been loved,
That are so sodden and drunken,
Who hath forgotten you?
God knows I cannot pity them, perhaps, as I should do;
But oh, ye delicate, wistful faces,
Who hath forgotten you?