There’s a silhouette on the boat,
Recognizing the figure in my thought.
Who's that person I think I know,
By the graceful ways she brings into view.
As tiny waves rush to the shore,
I stare at the moving vessel’s fore.
As it inches away from the border,
Comes the feeling of sudden fear.
When would I see that figure again?
The bodily form I should have seen then.
There may be a vague chance,
But I’m longing to see her at once.
