Parody # 7: Welcome to Brigadoon Beach

(with apologies to Matthew Arnold)

 

The air is cool tonight,

The tide is low, the ice lies fair

In the sea, displacing its mass

And the fjords stand,

Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.

Come to the window, Greta, sweet is the night air!

 

The Sea of Faith

Was once at the full and bore your

Yacht, in uttermost luxury, to New York

Before the merry flights home.

But now I only hear

A melancholy, long-withdrawing roar,

Beating, echoing with the fading bleats

Of a Swedish Doom-Goblin

And here we are as at a cocktail circuit,

Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,

Where ignorant geese honk by day and night.