Upon the grass knelt I,
beside the rippling water.
Upstream, downstream,
the distance drew mine eye.
Where are they?
The breeze loosed a sigh,
the birds sang a joyous song.
Nature took its normal course,
yet worried still was I.
It has been too long.
Finally, a speck drew nigh,
first one sail to crown the horizon,
then three, then five, then
even was clear the sails' dye.
Have they returned?
Mine heart was lifted thereby,
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lost kin
