The fair boy-priest shut from desire

In Buddhahood to-be?

Then let me dream and ever dream, O flower by Yedo's sea.

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[Pg 40]

AS OF OLD

The fishermen bade their wives farewell,

(The sun floated merry up the morning)

They sang, to the rhythm of the low-swung swell,

"O come, lads, scorning

The highlands high,

There's no warning

In the blue south sky,

There's no warning,

O come, lads, free,

We'll cross the harbor bar and put to sea!"

The fisherwives prayed, the sails blew fast,

(O home it is happy where there's hoping)

They prayed—till the mist dimmed each dim mast:

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