Preface
_ To My Friend
EDGAR SISSON
Dans c‘metier-la, faut
rien chercher a comprendre.
RENE BENJAMIN
 ；
ALAK‘S SONG
Where are you going,
Naia?
Through the still noon--
Where are you going?
To hear the thunder of the sea
And the wind blowing!--
To find a stormy moon to comfort me
Across the dune!
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Why are you weeping,
Naia?
Through the still noon--
Why are you weeping?
Because I found no wind, no sea,
No white surf leaping,
Nor any flying moon to comfort me
Upon the dune.
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What did you see there,
Naia?
In the still noon--
What did you see there?
Only the parched world drowsed in drought,
And a fat bee, there,
Prying and probing at a poppy‘s mouth
That drooped a-swoon.
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What did you hear there,
Naia?
In the still noon--
What did you hear there?
Only a kestrel‘s lonely cry
From the wood near there--
A rustle in the wheat as I passed by--
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