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A WORD'S MAGIC Do you remember Etajima, And how, upon a moon-fogged sea, As ghostly as ever a tide shall be, We passed an island silently? And how a low voice in the gloom Of the temple pine-trees leaning there Said _sayonara_ to one somewhere Unseen in the shadow-haunted air? Just _sayonara_: but it seemed The soul of all farewells that night, The sigh of all withdrawn delight, The sound of love's last rapture-rite. And now, after long years, it comes Again from isles of memory To bring once more to birth in me The breath of all lost witchery. Yes, one low word of parting, now Echoing, thro the fog of years, Has touched my heart with beauty's tears, And youth thro all things reappears. SEA RHAPSODY (_Out of Hong-kong_) Never again, never again Did I hope to breathe such joy! The sea is blue and the winds halloo Up to the sun "Ahoy!" "Ahoy!" they shout and the mists they rout From the mountain-tops go streaming In happy play where the gulls sway, And a million waves are gleaming! And every wave, billowing brave, Is tipped with a wild delight. A garden of isles around me smiles, Bathed in the blue noon light, The rude brown bunk of the fishing junk Seems fair as a sea-king's palace: O wine of the sky the gods have spilt Out of its crystal chalice! For wine is the wind, wine the sea, Wine for the sinking spirit, To lift it up from the cling of clay Into high Bliss--or near it! So let me drink till I cease to think, And know with a sting of rapture That joy is yet as wide as the world For men, at last, to capture! IN AN ORIENTAL HARBOUR All the ships of the world come here, Rest a little, then set to sea; Some ride up to the waiting pier, Some drop anchor beyond the quay. Some have funnels of blue and black, (Some come once but come not back!) Some have funnels of red and yellow, Some--O war!--have funnels of gray. All the ships of the world come here, Ships from every billow's foam; Fruiter and oiler, pirateer, Liner and lugger and tramp a-roam. Some are scented of palm and pine, (Some are fain for the Pole's far clime). Some are scented of soy and senna, Some--ah me!--are s
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