A Valentine The Bree was up; the floods were out Around the hut of Culgo Jim: The hand of God had broke the drought And filled the channels to the brim: The outline of the hut loomed dim...
Far reaching down's a solid sea sunk everlastingly to rest, And yet whose billows seem to be for ever heaving toward the west The tiny fieldmice make their nests, the summer insects buzz and hum...
There's a fellow on the station (He dropped in on a call, Just casual to stay a pleasant week), He's a banker's near relation, Strongly built, and very tall, Not altogether destitute of cheek;...