Pastime

Lyrics

A boat amid the ripples, drifting, rocking,         Two idle people, without pause or aim; While in the ominous west there gathers darkness                 Flushed with flame. A haycock in a hayfield backing, lapping,         Two drowsy people pillowed round about; While in the ominous west across the darkness                 Flame leaps out. Better a wrecked life than a life so aimless,         Better a wrecked life than a life so soft; The ominous west glooms thundering, with its fire                 Lit aloft.