As abandoned as my lonely heart,
I strolled the dull autumn grass,
Along the barbed wire fence,
That cuts her vast chest apart.
Upon the Derwent I shall row
You sit in stern, and I in bow
Let’s drift away then wave by wave,
Play hide and seek in high and low.
I whisper, things I dare not say,
You blush, you smile, and look away,
Our eyes meet in waves beneath,
And this is how we play, all day.