Classic Poem

Margate Sands!
Dotted with feasters,
Young men and maidens,
Elate, uproarious,
Exultant, drunk
With the joy of life
And with various liquors.
Look on it there,
Behold it and wonder,
Many-hued, various,
Ecstatic, strepitant
Life!

Life with its fruitfulness,
Its fierce encounters,
Its strenuous onsets.
Life the spendthrift,
The palpitant wastrel,
The bounding maenad,
Up there in London,
Down here at Margate,