Water ruffled and speckled by galloping wind br Which puffs and spurts it into tiny pashing breaks br Dashed with lemon-yellow afternoon sunlight. br The shining of the sun upon the water br Is like a scattering of gold crocus-petals br In a long wavering irregular flight. br br The water is cold to the eye br As the wind to the cheek. br br In the budding chestnuts br Whose sticky buds glimmer and are half-burst open br The starlings make their clitter-clatter; br And the blackbirds in the grass br Are getting as fat as the pigeons. br br Too-hoo, this is brave; br Even the cold wind is seeking a new mistress.