This Deserted House

From this deserted house On the deserted beach All things deserted Here Where will you let me go There's the big rock And Occasionally the sea-gulls Alone or in troupe Cry: From this deserted house The water gates open and Lock By chance and probability Or The winds? Fog has its home here And azure mists circle round The bay reflecting Reflecting There is a place for sitting Down And lament in solitude The incantation of the Sad The waters will leap to your Feet And the grey dark pebbles rattle Rattle…. Waters Mild That Seek The Dusk The Waters Be So Sad There In The Dusk They Be Ennobled… From this deserted house On the deserted beach All things deserted Here Where will you let me go There's the big rock And Occasionally the sea-gulls Alone or in troupe Cry: From this deserted house The water gates open and Lock By chance and probability Or The winds? Fog has its home here And azure mists circle round The bay reflecting Reflecting There is a place for sitting Down And lament in solitude The incantation of the Sad The waters will leap to your Feet And the grey dark pebbles rattle Rattle….