A SONG
I'm a plain girl, whose hands are stained with earth.
He is a fisherman he's gay and keen.
The far white sail is drowning in the firth.
Many the seas and rivers he has seen.
The women of the Bosphorus, they say,
Are good-looking . . . and I—I'm lean and black.
The white sail drowns far out beyond the bay.
It may be that he never will come back.
I shall wait on in good and evil weather.
If vainly, take my wage, go to the sea
And cast the ring and hope away together.
And my black braid will serve to strangle me.
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This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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