by Nelle Richmond Eberhart (1871 - 1944)

Withered is the green palm
Language: English 
Withered is the green palm,
Broken is the bamboo,
Fallen is the strong one;
On the surf at sunset
His canoe rides empty,
His canoe rides empty!

On his grave I lay him
Tamarind and mango;
O'er his grave at midnight,
call I through the darkness.
He hears not my calling,

He hears not my call, my call!

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This text was added to the website: 2010-11-02
Line count: 12
Word count: 59