A Sea Dirge
There are certain things--as, a spider
, a ghost
, gout, an umbrella
That I hate
, but the thing that I hate the most
Is a thing they call the Sea
Pour some salt water
over the floor--
Ugly I’m sure you’ll allow it to be:
Suppose it extended a mile
That’s very like the Sea
Beat a dog
till it howl
Cruel, but all very well for a spree:
Suppose that he did so day and night,
That would be like the Sea.
I had a vision of nursery-maid
Tens of thousands passed by me--
All leading children with wooden spade
And this was by the Sea.
Who invented those spade
s of wood
Who was it cut them out of the tree?
None, I think, but an idiot
Or one that love
d the Sea.
It is pleasant
and dreamy, no doubt, to float
With "thoughts as boundless, and soul
s as free":
But, suppose you are very unwell in the boat,
How do you like the Sea?
There is an insect that people avoid
(Whence is derived the verb "to flee
Where have you been by it most annoyed?
In lodgings by the Sea.
If you like your coffee with sand for dregs
A decided hint of salt in your tea
And a fishy taste
in the very eggs--
By all means choose the Sea.
And if, with these dainties
You prefer not a vestige
of grass or tree,
And a chronic state
of wet in your feet,
Then--I recommend the Sea.
For I have friends who dwell by the coast--
Pleasant friends they are to me!
It is when I am with them I wonder most
That anyone likes the Sea
They take me a walk
: though tired and stiff
To climb the height
s I madly agree;
And, after a tumble
or so from the cliff
They kindly suggest the Sea
I try the rocks, and I think it cool
That they laugh with such an excess of glee
As I heavily slip into every pool
That skirts the cold cold Sea.