⁠Come I to mine estate—
Mother of Cities to me,
⁠For I was born in her gate,
Between the palms and the sea,
⁠Where the world-end steamers wait.)

Now for this debt I owe,
⁠And for her far-borne cheer
Must I make haste and go
⁠With tribute to her pier.

And she shall touch and remit
⁠After the use of kings
(Orderly, ancient, fit)
⁠My deep-sea plunderings,
And purchase in all lands.
⁠And this we do for a sign
⁠Her power is over mine,
And mine I hold at her hands!