Prelude

1

E'en as a voyager
Gathers sea-grasses,
And in his album —
Sorting, arranging —
Places them, giving
Each spray its corner;

2

So ye song-florets,
Born of the ocean,
You have I gathered,
And on the pages
White of this booklet
Placed you in order.
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