'The blue's worn out'

Looking south from Winthrop toward Boston.

"Fifteen years between me and the bay
Profited memory, but did away with the old scenery
And patched this shoddy

Makeshift of a view to quit
My promise of an idyll. The blue's worn out:
It's a niggard estate,

Inimical now. The great green rock
We gave good use as ship and house is black
With tarry muck''

-- From "Green Rock, Winthrop Bay,'' by Sylvia Plath