The impact of a dollar upon the heart 
Smiles warm red light, 
Sweeping from the hearth rosily upon the white table, 
With the hanging cool velvet shadows 
Moving softly upon the door. 

The impact of a million dollars 
Is a crash of flunkeys, 
And yawning emblems of Persia 
Cheeked against oak, France and a sabre, 
The outcry of old beauty 
Whored by pimping merchants 
To submission before wine and chatter. 
Silly rich peasants stamp the carpets of men, 
Dead men who dreamed fragrance and light 
Into their woof, their lives; 
The rug of an honest bear 
Under the feet of a cryptic slave 
Who speaks always of baubles, 
Forgetting state, multitude, work, and state, 
Champing and mouthing of hats, 
Making ratful squeak of hats, 
Hats.