TITUS.
 

Stone Wall,
Cast,
Rugged  wind,
Trout Pollen,
Oh  Cattle graze,
The Canal,
It snakes,
Lord of this new Morning,
Lock gates rising,
Rain fall,
Casts your Bow,
Deep upon  deep,
Within Mill Country,
High,
Birds fly,
And as for me,
Yes,
I’ll drink where I will,
And have my fill,
             Titus.