William Ernest Henley

“ Steeple and stack shoot mastlike toward the day.
Pandean pipes whereon the winds would play,
⁠Long rows of chimney-pots the ridges crown;
⁠And black on slates and skylights flicker and frown
Shadows of smoke that streams and wings that sway. ”

“ The rain is falling sheer and strong and loud.
⁠The strand is desolate, the distance grim
⁠With stormful threats, the wet stones glister dim.
And to the wall the dank umbrellas crowd.
At home! — the soaked shrubs whisper dismal-mooded.
⁠The rails are strung with drops, and steeped the grasses,
⁠⁠Black chimney-shadows streak the shiny slates. ”