Theo Marzials

Death! Plop. The barges down in the river flop. Flop, plop, Above, beneath. From the slimy branches the grey drips drop...

“Ahoy! and Oho, and it’s who’s for the ferry?” (The brier’s in bud and the sun going down:) “And I’ll row ye so quick and I’ll row ye so steady, And ’t is but a penny to Twickenham Town.

And also there’s a little star So white a virgin’s it must be:— Perhaps the lamp my love in heaven Hangs out to light the way for me.