The Borough

by George Crabbe

The ear perceives the rippling of the tide;

Or measured cadence of the lads who tow

Some entered hoy, to fix her in her row;

Or hollow sound, which from the parish-bell

To some departed spirit bids farewell!

Thus shall you something of our BOROUGH know,

Far as a verse, with Fancy’s aid, can show.

Of Sea or River, of a Quay or Street,

The best description must be incomplete;

But when a happier theme succeeds, and when