And then a scythe of pain;
And a voice which wailed: “Oh where is the Sea?
Which I never shall see again?”
And I thought that party must be cracked,
Or a little over the bay;
Because the water was not, in fact,
A half of a mile away.
So I looked that sufferin’ mortal up,
And found, sufficiently soon,
A man who looked like a perishin’ pup,