By the Canal
At the wall-corner where the tiled roof throws
A sweeping, swallow line against the sky
The peach-tree stands, outlined in faded rose,
The rooks backward and forward fly,
Two hens take shelter where the mulberry grows,
The rain scuds by.
A sweeping, swallow line against the sky
The peach-tree stands, outlined in faded rose,
The rooks backward and forward fly,
Two hens take shelter where the mulberry grows,
The rain scuds by.