The dawn had not yet broken, and the soft

Beautiful haze that veils the birth of day

Hung on the water. Loath to break the peace,

Men gave their orders in hushed tones, the clean

Chill of the morning wrapt their naked bodies.

Then, as a slow blush mounts the cheek, a light

Breathed from the sea, and all the air seemed warm

As at the touch of spring, a violet streak,

A pale leaf green, a golden, and a rose

Broke in the sky, and morning was revealed.

With a shrill cry, young Kuma raised his hand

And pointed where with dip and shriek and wheel

A flock of sea birds hovered; all the rest

Echoed the call and bending to the paddle

Shot o'er the waves, for now the fish were gained.

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Uhila grasped his rod, and at the stern

Tossed out the shining hook, with laugh and cheer

A glint of silver flashed, then all the air

Was gemmed with streaming stars. They came from deeps;

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