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.  .