The Rose of Dawn: A Tale of the South Sea
A poet's pastime. Scarlet beans they threaded

Later to lie about some golden throat.

Deftly they wove fine mats, and deftly twisted

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Men's eyes. With little songs they pearled the air.

Hush! it is Taka singing:—

"Far away

In a fountain dwelt a maiden;

When the silver moon was high

She was glad, but heavy laden

Was she when its light must die.

Far away.

"Far away

Came a stranger brave to love her,

Loved her when the moon was high;

When the moon was pale above her

Love grew pale and like to die

Far away.

"Far away

From the fountain's mist he drew her


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