So very high, my garden wall
Thick, hanging ivy covers all
The brambles travel low to ground
Chimes once that sang, now still of sound
The soft sun peeks between the leaves
He looks for me, but soon recedes
The yellowhammer, rooks, and thrush
Are at repose beneath the brush
Small, languid heart lies quiet now
Once journeyed far, tall starboard bow
Through ancient, untravelled sea
To meet the crossway of destiny
Now dormant cries the skeleton ship
Where heart took helm with pounding grip
Alas, alas rains down the snow
In sheets of ice and winds that blow
Upon the world with bright content
And leaves its path in cold extent
Come find me, Sun, if you are wise
Come save me from a wild demise
That inks the sea and wets the sky
Here all the stars fall down to die
Because the Sun has gone to sleep
Where daffodils would laugh and leap
And nightingales and larks would sing
Of all the peace that spring would bring
Turn down the shades of smiling hope
And let us fly from here, elope
From high these garden walls of mine
To meet the far horizon line
Where all is grey-blue, sharp gold-mauve
And autumn-swirls of light dissolve