Lie for the Judgment Day to thrill

Again into life—if Allah will:

Let not your heart be proud.

[Pg 52]

[Pg 52]

SONGS OF A SEA-FARER

I

Many are on the sea to-day

With all sails set.

The tide rolls in a restive gray,

The wind blows wet.

The gull is weary of his wings,

And I am weary of all things.

Heavy upon me longing lies,

My sad eyes gaze

Across the leagues that sink and rise

And sink always.

My life has sunk and risen so,

I'd have it cease awhile to flow.

[Pg 53]

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