This day winding down now

　　At God speeded summer's end

　　In the torrent salmon sun，

　　In my seashaken house

　　On a breakneck of rocks

　　Tangled with chirrup and fruit，

　　Froth， flute， fin， and quill

　　At a wood's dancing hoof，

　　By scummed， starfish sands

　　With their fishwife cross

　　Gulls， pipers， cockles， and snails，

　　Out there， crow black， men

　　Tackled with clouds， who kneel

　　To the sunset nets，

　　Geese nearly in heaven， boys

　　Stabbing， and herons， and shells

　　That speak seven seas，

　　Eternal waters away

　　From the cities of nine

　　Days' night whose towers will catch

　　In the religious wind

　　Like stalks of tall， dry straw，

　　At poor peace I sing

　　To you strangers （though song

　　Is a burning and crested act，

　　The fire of birds in

　　The world's turning wood，

　　For my swan， splay sounds），

　　Out of these seathumbed leaves

　　That will fly and fall

　　Like leaves of trees and as soon

　　Crumble and undie

　　Into the dogdayed night.

　　Seaward the salmon， sucked sun slips，

　　And the dumb swans drub blue

　　My dabbed bay's dusk， as I hack

　　This rumpus of shapes

　　For you to know

　　How I， a spining man，

　　Glory also this star， bird

　　Roared， sea born， man torn， blood blest.

　　Hark： I trumpet the place，

　　From fish to jumping hill！ Look：

　　I build my bellowing ark

　　To the best of my love

　　As the flood begins，

　　Out of the fountainhead

　　Of fear， rage read， manalive，

　　Molten and mountainous to stream

　　Over the wound asleep

　　Sheep white hollow farms

　　To Wales in my arms.

　　Hoo， there， in castle keep，

　　You king singsong owls， who moonbeam

　　The flickering runs and dive

　　The dingle furred deer dead！

　　Huloo， on plumbed bryns，

　　O my ruffled ring dove

　　in the hooting， nearly dark

　　With Welsh and reverent rook，

　　Coo rooning the woods' praise，

　　who moons her blue notes from her nest

　　Down to the curlew herd！

　　Ho， hullaballoing clan

　　Agape， with woe

　　In your beaks， on the gabbing capes！

　　Heigh， on horseback hill， jack

　　Whisking hare！ who

　　Hears， there， this fox light， my flood ship's

　　Clangour as I hew and smite

　　（A clash of anvils for my

　　Hubbub and fiddle， this tune

　　On atounged puffball）

　　But animals thick as theives

　　On God's rough tumbling grounds

　　（Hail to His beasthood！）.

　　Beasts who sleep good and thin，

　　Hist， in hogback woods！ The haystacked

　　Hollow farms ina throng

　　Of waters cluck and cling，

　　And barnroofs cockcrow war！

　　O kingdom of neighbors finned

　　Felled and quilled， flash to my patch

　　Work ark and the moonshine

　　Drinking Noah of the bay，

　　With pelt， and scale， and fleece：

　　Only the drowned deep bells

　　Of sheep and churches noise

　　Poor peace as the sun sets

　　And dark shoals every holy field.

　　We will ride out alone then，

　　Under the stars of Wales，

　　Cry， Multiudes of arks！ Across

　　The water lidded lands，

　　Manned with their loves they'll move

　　Like wooden islands， hill to hill.

　　Huloo， my prowed dove with a flute！

　　Ahoy， old， sea-legged fox，

　　Tom tit and Dai mouse！

　　My ark sings in the sun

　　At God speeded summer's end

　　And the flood flowers now.