Wan white mists upon the sea, <br />East wind harping mournfully <br />All the sunken reefs along, <br />Wail and heart-break in its song, <br />But adown the placid bay <br />Fisher-folk keep holiday. <br /> <br />All the deeps beyond the bar <br />Call and murmur from afar, <br />'Plaining of a mighty woe <br />Where the great ships come and go, <br />But adown the harbor gray <br />Fisher-folk keep holiday. <br /> <br />When the cloudy heavens frown, <br />And the sweeping rain comes down, <br />Boats at anchorage must bide <br />In despite of time or tide; <br />Making merry as they may <br />Fisher-folk keep holiday. <br /> <br />Now is time for jest and song <br />All the idle shore along, <br />Now is time for wooing dear, <br />Maidens cannot choose but hear; <br />Daffing toil and care away <br />Fisher-folk keep holiday. <br /> <br />Oh, the fretted reefs may wail, <br />Every man has furled his sail! <br />Oh, the wind may moan in fear, <br />Every lad is with his dear! <br />Mirth and laughter have their way, <br />Fisher-folk keep holiday.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-along-shore/
