Oh How much more of light makes man's eyes see,
Thy mother nature harmed by just thy selves
Auld ocean once was clean, messed up by thee
The trees decreased to make sofas and shelves ...
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!