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is hot to the sea that crouches beside,
 * Human and hot to the cool stars peering down,
 * My passionate city, my quivering town,

And her dark blood, tide upon purple tide, With throbs as of thunder beats,
 * With leaping rhythms and vast, is swirled

Through the shaken lengths of her veined streets...
 * She pulses, the heart of a world!

I have thrilled with her ecstasy, agony, woe— Hath she a mood that I do not know? The winds of her music tumultuous have seized me and swayed me,
 * Have lifted, have swung me around
 * In their whorls as of cyclonic sound;

Her passions have torn me and tossed me and brayed me; Drunken and trancèd and dazzled with visions and gleams,