And these so closely to the buildings run,
That you must ford them, for you cannot shun;
Though here and there convenient bricks are laid -
And door-side heaps afford tweir dubious aid,
Lo! yonder shed; observe its garden-ground,
With the low paling, form’d of wreck, around:
There dwells a Fisher: if you view his boat,
With bed and barrel - ’tis his house afloat;
Look at his house, where ropes, nets, blocks, abound,
Tar, pitch, and oakum - ’tis his boat aground: