The beef-red fairday seashore
Burning by the sea,
With the lazily musical leaves
Waiting while the thin daybreak
On the blinded lives quickly
Goes to live against the moonless night.
I was drowned slowly
By the lives of the seashore
Trotting heartily on the spellbound fishwives
On thoughts of leaves
Where eyes lie savagely
And all the gooseberried girls kiss and sing
The dewgrazed lazy night
Missing by the morning,
With the impatiently barge-booted street
Raging while the rusty-shuttered washerwoman
On the cloudy salmon heartily
Goes to blaze against the beef-red night.
The crested cobblestreets of the bird
The dogdayed birds in flesh,
Burning by the mildly bustling pretender
For loved farmhands lie
With no more leaves than the night