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FISHING BOATS IN THE MONSOON.
I cannot hear the wind go by
Without a sudden fear;
I cannot look upon the sky,
Nor fear that storms are near.
I look upon the sunny sea,
And think of rocks below;
Still present are the shoals to me
O’er which my love must go.
I cannot sleep as others sleep,
Night has more care than day;
My heart is out upon the deep,
I weep—I watch—I pray.
Ah, see a speck the waves among,
A light boat cuts the foam,
The wild wind beareth me his song,
Thank God, he is come home.
