I loved the rainy morning of my life
And I never think
That friendly mountain passes
Will not ferry me away;
But happy times are seldom
And time, like rain, runs away
From holiday beach to temptestous sea
I have lost faith in the indomitable debris
That used to accompany and encompass me.
O! the mechanical movement of the sun
Sunshine blooms and sunshine spreads
Like tender tree roots all around me.
Sunshine, coverrs all that's dappled, fair
With the yellowing tendency of heat.
Like a changeling, like a chameleon
The sea spits salt at me
Then turns its back and languidly rolls away. .