We started early, took some pictures
    (A red bow in your hair);
And there were waterfalls on mountains

The day was bright and warm. We went to swim 
Up at the Dolder’s big expensive pool. 
That afternoon we saw a strange old woman 

As one who has been homesick for his town 
And then returns, expecting some gay tune,
Your hear a beggar sing a mournful rhyme

Tall hunters come; the fresh wind had the feel
Of an old anger blowing from beyond
The elms that edge the wood. Down on the pond,

I was apprenticed young,
    A shut-in with no sense
    Of sunlight or clear sky