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Of Sea-Folk
BY HAROLD VINAL

SEA-FOLK who once have listened to the sea
Can never quite forget the sound of rain;
Always they hear spray falling by a tree,
Always the sound of spray against a pane.
And so they lie out long nights listening
For sound of water moving suddenly,
And so they can not sleep from wondering
How many ships are anchored at a quay.

They who have once seen luggers in a bay,
They who have once seen schooners from a hill
Are held by sight of many a vessel still--
Their lips are always salty for sea-spray.
And so they can not sleep, but lie and moan
For things that will not leave them quite alone.