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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