Paycouldn’t’oldmewhenmytimewasdone，Forsomethinginmy’eadupsetmeall，TillI’addroppedwhatever’twasforgood，An’，outatsea，be’eldthedock—lightsdie，An’metmymate——thewindthattrampstheworld！
It’slikeabook，Ithink，thisbloomin’world，Whichyoucanreadandcareforjustsolong，ButpresentlyyoufeelthatyouwilldieUnlessyougetthepageyou’rereadin’done，An’turnanother——likelynotsogood;
Butwhatyou’reafteristoturn’emall。
Gawdblessthisworld！Whatevershe’athdone——
Excep’whenawfullong——I’vefounditgood。