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 How should a fisher lad aspire To win a thing as fair as this? So after days of dumb desire Some duskier maiden claimed his kiss.

And day by day the ripples broke Around the fishers in the bay. Night after night alone she woke Till all her youth had passed away.

The swift sweet years when she was young, Her golden years, slipped lightly past, And thus the song remained unsung, The rose ungathered till the last. 67