Claude McKay - The White City lyrics

I will not toy with it nor bend an inch. Deep in the secret chambers of my heart I muse my life-long hate, and without flinch I bear it nobly as I live my part. My being would be a skeleton, a shell, If this dark Pa**ion that fills my every mood, And makes my heaven in the white world's hell, Did not forever feed me vital blood. I see the mighty city through a mist— The strident trains that speed the goaded ma**, The poles and spires and towers vapor-kissed, The fortressed port through which the great ships pa**, The tides, the wharves, the dens I contemplate, Are sweet like wanton loves because I hate.