RAIN ALONG SHORE

WAN white mists upon the sea, East wind harping mournfully All the sunken reefs along,

Wail and heart-break in its song, But adown the placid bay Fisher-folk keep holiday.

All the deeps beyond the bar

Call and murmur from afar, ’Plaining of a mighty woe

Where the great ships come and go, But adown the harbor gray Fisher-folk keep holiday.

When the cloudy heavens frown, And the sweeping rain comes down, Boats at anchorage must bide

In despite of time or tide;

Making merry as they may Fisher—folk keep holiday.

Now is time for jest and song All the idle shore along,

N ow is time for wooing dear, Maidens cannot choose but hear;

Dafiing toil and care away Fisher-folk keep holiday.

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