BANK HOLIDAY
Reading edition
II
SEAS are roaring like a lion; with their wavy flocks Zion, Noses like a scimitar, Hair a brassy bar Come To The sun’s drum; through Light green waters swim their daughters, lashing with their eel-sleek-locks The furred Heads Of mermaids that occurred, Sinking to their cheap beds. Blurred Legs, like trunks of tropical Plants, rise up and, over all, Green as a conservatory, Is the light ... another story.... It has grown too late for life: Put on your gloves and take a drive!