[00:10.71]From the geyser ventilators
[00:12.84]Autumn winds are blowing down
[00:14.85]On a thousand business women
[00:17.38]Having baths in Camden Town
[00:20.82]Waste pipes chuckle into runnels,
[00:23.95]Steam's escaping here and there,
[00:26.18]Morning trains through Camden cutting
[00:28.60]Shake the Crescent and the Square.
[00:32.47]Early nip of changeful autumn,
[00:36.16]Dahlias glimpsed through garden doors,
[00:38.54]At the back precarious bathrooms
[00:42.02]Jutting out from upper floors;
[00:44.55]And behind their frail partitions
[00:46.88]Business women lie and soak,
[00:50.26]Seeing through the draughty skylight
[00:52.76]Flying clouds and railway smoke.
[01:00.41]Rest you there, poor unbelov'd ones,
[01:04.71]Lap your loneliness in heat.
[01:08.36]All too soon the tiny breakfast,
[01:11.77]Trolley-bus and windy street!