Sun is complaining,
Rain gathers scent,
Wetness remaining,
In a town after lent,
Fog rises above the hills,
Smoking cottages dreaming now,
Stars wait in puddles of sill,
Fish in the seas are teeming, tow,
The moon waves in a hurry,
To hide from the dawn neat,
Crows fly and scurry,
Birds are spry, sleepy,
Wading on lawns,
Like worms in garden,
Or grasses moor tawny,
My heart is drowned,
In the breadth of a snail,
Is a lustrous ocean town,
By the ocean that sails,
In my place which I renown.