Classic Poem

Seeds belated, lying idle
'Mid things nautical and tidal —
Pulleys, oarlocks, ropes and davits —
Be you slaves of Clara Leavitt's,
Lady of the Shubel Gray house.
Tell her if she'd make a gay house,
Though 'twere not before September,
Let her coax until you clamber
And your red and orange mingle
On her foil of lichened shingle.
Fail not, seeds, for tardy timing:
Bloom! and justify my rhyming.