The Fishers Widow
The boats go out and the boats come
Under the wintry sky;
And the rain and foam are white in the wind,
And the white gulls cry
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The boats go out and the boats come
Under the wintry sky;
And the rain and foam are white in the wind,
And the white gulls cry
Three fishers went sailing away to the West,
Away to the West as the sun went down;
Each thought on the woman who loved him the best,
And the children stood watching them out of the town;
Long, long ago,
He said,
He who could wake the
And walk upon the sea-"Come, follow Me
Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all night
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore and set our catamarans free,
To captu...