A dazzling day today, blessed by God,
Thy tower of house taints the foliage retch,
Oi, chompers, boxes so strenuously spawl’d,
The windows void of light, the ill-kept fence,
Perchance tis caution spins from sins so base,
Afeard I’m not to go investigate.
Marry! My claws mumble from slumber deep,
Yet the scene my suspicions it supports,
Those haphazard utensils it so seems,
A lock’d and boarded door the tools part.
What injustice the neighbour so strong guards?
Venture again, I must find what he hoards,
This leaf best be stow’d for future scrawling,
Ah me!—by and by—I best be going.
I’m writing, but this paper be not mine,
In a drawer, so slightly tattered, dry,
The morrow winks, the gulls call, I’m new here,
Whose pen and appellation is unclear,
I’ve scoured the sights, the larks crow, grasses sway,
But midst the back, patches of brown and grey,
Tis the tenant’s flaw or another’s fault,
Might the question lie in the neig