A Boat Comes In
Although I shall not see his face
For the low riding of the ship,
The three armorial oak-leaves on his cloak
Will be enough.
But what if I make a mistake
And call to the wrong man?
Or make no sign at all,
And it is he?
Japanese Street Song.
Edward Powys Mathers (as Translator)
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