THE savoury smell of the kipper fried
Steals to my nose, and I,
Thinking of nothing but filling inside,
Quickly downstairs fly.
What of the joys of yesterday?
Will they return again?
For this morn hath dawned a grey day,
The world is full of rain.
Why did I sorrow yesterday
When the world laughed in the sun?
Did I think of someone far away
And the things we would have done?
Oh, why was I angry yesterday
When the fields with sun were kissed?
For I’m angrier still this grey day
When damply clings the mist.
When the sun shines in full glory
We pine for rain and breeze;
But when rain and wind play fury
We yearn for sunny rays!