Feroke
The rice-birds fly so white, so silver white, The velvet rice-flats lie so emerald green, My heart inhales, with sorrowful delight, The sweet and poignant sadness of the scene. The swollen tawny river seeks the sea, Its hungry waters, never satisfied, Beflecked with fallen log and torn-up tree, Engulph the fisher-huts on either side. The current brought a stranger yesterday, And laid him on the sand beneath a palm, His worn young face was partly torn away, His eyes, that saw the world no more, were calm We could not close his eyelids, stiff with blood, - But, oh, my brother, I had changed with thee For I am still tormented in the flood, Whilst thou hast done thy work, and reached the sea.
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"The rice-birds fly so white, so silver white,..."
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