Women of night life amid the lights 
Where the line of your full, round throats 
Matches in gleam the glint of your eyes 
And the ring of your heart-deep laughter: 
It is much to be warm and sure of to-morrow.

Women of night life along the shadows, 
Lean at your throats and skulking the walls, 
Gaunt as a bitch worn to the bone, 
Under the paint of your smiling faces: 
It is much to be warm and sure of to-morrow.