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cented of home. All the ships of the world come here, Day and night there is sound of bells, Seeking the port they calmly steer, Clearing the port they ring farewells. Under the sun or under the stars (Under the light of swaying spars), Under the moon or under morning Do they swing, as the tide swells. All the ships of the world come here, Rest a little and then are gone, Over the crystal planet-sphere Swept, thro every season, on. Swept to every cape and isle (Every coast of cloud or smile), Swept till over them sweeps the sorrow Of their last sea-dawn. UNDER THE SKY Far out to sea go the fishing junks, With all sails set, The tide swings gray and the clouds sway, The wind blows wet; Blows wet from the long coast lying dim As if mist-born. Far out they sail, as the stars pale, The stars of morn. Far out to sea go the fishing junks, And I who pass Upon a deck that is vaster reck No more, alas, Of all their life, or they of mine, Than comes to this,-- That under the sky we live and die, Like all that is. A SONG FOR HEALING (_On the South Seas_) When I return to the world again, The world of fret and fight, To grapple with godless things and men, In battle, wrong or right, I will remember this--the sea, And the white stars hanging high, And the vessel's bow Where calmly now I gaze to the boundless sky. When I am deaf with the din of strife, And blind amid despair, When I am choked with the dust of life And long for free soul-air, I will recall this sound--the sea's, And the wide horizon's hope, And the wind that blows And the phosphor snows That fall as the cleft waves ope. When I am beaten--when I fall On the bed of black defeat, When I have hungered, and in gall Have got but shame to eat, I will remember this--the sea, And its tide as soft as sleep, And the clear night sky That heals for aye All who will trust its Deep. A SINGHALESE LOVE LAMENT As the cocoanut-palm That pines, my love, Away from the sound Of the planter's voice, Am I, for I hear No more resound Your song by the pearl-s
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