Harmonium (Stevens)/The Load of Sugar-Cane
The Load of Sugar-Cane
The going of the glade-boat Is like water flowing;
Like water flowing Through the green saw-grass, Under the rainbows;
Under the rainbows That are like birds, Turning, bedizened,
While the wind still whistles As kildeer do,
When they rise At the red turban Of the boatman.