Let others sing the wild career
Of Turpin, Gilpin, Paul Revere.
A gentler pace is mine. But hear!
The raindrops fell, splash! thud! splash! thud!
Till half the country-side was flood,
And Ringmer was a waste of mud.
The sleepy Ouse had grown a sea,
Where here and there a drowning tree
Cast up its arms beseechingly;
And cattle that in fairer days