November 30, 1929 & “The Zuyder Zee”

IN THE ZUYDER ZEE

(When a Prince was there)

The fog hangs low on a desolate isle

Out in the Zuyder Zee;

The mists cling close to the fisher boats

Awash in the desolate sea.

 

The rain falls a-patter on the fisher huts

And the slippery walls of stone;

It casts a gloom like a mantled tomb

‘Round the house that stands alone.

 

The women spread the sea-laved clothes

On the slippery walls of stone,

But their glances flash from troubled eyes

To the house that stands alone.

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