Gay little Girl-of-the-Diving-Tank,I desire a name for you,Nice, as a right glove fits;For you—who amid the malodorousMechanics of this unlovely thing,Are darling of spirit and form.I know you—a glance, and what you areSits-by-the-fire in my heart.My Limousine-Lady knows you, orWhy does the slant-envy of her eye markYour straight air and radiant inclusive smile?Guilt pins a fig-leaf; Innocence is its own adorning.The bull-necked man knows you—this first timeHis itching flesh sees form divine and vibrant healthAnd thinks not of his avocation.I came incuriously—Set on no diversion save that my m