All suddenly, it seemed to me,
As I looked from my window down,
The roofs had vanished in a sea,
A flood of forest washed the town,
And far as eagle's eye could see,
Were green waves washing silently.

The winter roofs were smooth and white,
The autumn roofs were red and brown,
But April's dam burst in a night
And swallowed all the roofs of town,
And only the spires meet my sight,
Thrusting up through the sea's pale light.