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the shore young Una lies, A smile upon her mouth; Soft breezes kiss her heavy hair, Slow blowing from the south.

Within the cabin on the hill Her mother doth complain: “God bless the child! her feet are slow To bear her home again.”

Her mother's mother, grey and old, She laughs beside the fire: “Once I was hot as she, a-stór. To gain my heart's desire.”

And Una, smiling on the sea, She speaks no word at all, But watches with untiring eyes The waves that break and fall.

Far in the East her father's ship Lifts the blue waves to foam. Her father's hand upon the helm Now guides the vessel home.

And he hath safe a robe of silk, All gold as Una's hair; Strange jewels, too, from out the West, To deck his child so fair.