2 (when the market is over)


WHEN THE market is over and they return homewards through the dusk,

I sit at the wayside to watch thee plying thy boat,

Crossing the dark water with the sunset gleam upon thy sail;

I see thy silent figure standing at the helm and suddenly catch thy eyes gazing upon me;

I leave my song; and cry to thee to take me across.

 

 

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