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- THE MEDITATION OF THE OLD FISHERMAN
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- YOU waves, though you dance by my feet like children
- at play,
- Though you glow and you glance, though you purr and
- you dart;
- In the Junes that were warmer than these are, the waves
- were more gay,
- i{When I was a boy with never a crack in my heart.}
- The herring are not in the tides as they were of old;
- My sorrow! for many a creak gave the creel in the-cart
- That carried the take to Sligo town to be sold,
- i{When I was a boy with never a crack in my heart.}
- And ah, you proud maiden, you are not so fair when
- his oar
- Is heard on the water, as they were, the proud and apart,
- Who paced in the eve by the nets on the pebbly shore,
- i{When} I i{was} a boy i{with never} a i{crack in my heart.}
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