The songs they mean to shout so clear
Before green leaves grow red and fall;
And harkening in its shadows you
Must needs sing out of Summer too.
BALLADE OF RIVER SAILING
The Dorothy was very small: a boat
Scarce any bigger than the sort one rows
With oars! We got her for a five-pound note
At second-hand. Yet when the river flows
Strong to the sea, and the wind lightly blows,