| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 282. Piccadilly |
| | | By Ezra Pound |
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| BEAUTIFUL, tragical faces— | |
| 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? | 5 |
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| O wistful, fragile faces, few out of many! | |
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| The crass, the coarse, the brazen, | |
| God knows I cannot pity them, perhaps, as I should do; | |
| But oh, ye delicate, wistful faces, | |
| Who hath forgotten you? | 10 |
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