I too Beneath your Moon

I too beneath your moon, almighty Sex, / Go forth at nightfall crying like a cat, / Leaving the lofty tower I laboured at

For birds to foul and boys and girls to vex

With tittering chalk; and you, and the long necks

Of neighbours sitting where their mothers sat

Are well aware of shadowy this and that

In me, that's neither noble nor complex. Such as I am, however, I have brought

To what it is, this tower; it is my own; Though it was reared To Beauty, it was wrought

From what I had to build with : honest bone

Is there, and anguish; pride; and burning thought;

And lust is there, and nights not spent alone.