Reflection

I come from trenches deep in slime,
Soft slime so sweet and yellow,
And rumble down the steps in time
to souse 'some shivering fellow'.

I trickle in and trickle out
Of every nook and corner,
And, rushing like some waterspout,
Make many a rat a mourner.

I gather in from near and far
A thousand brooklets swelling,
And laugh aloud a great 'Ha, ha!'
To flood poor Tommy's dwelling.

Harold Parry
1896 - 1917