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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
The Boatman’s Song
By Elisabeth, Queen of Roumania (Carmen Sylva) (1843–1916)
 
From ‘Songs of Toil’: Translation of John Eliot Bowen

DOWN-STREAM ’tis all by moonlight,
  Up-stream at blazing noon;
Down-stream upon the ripples,
  Up-stream through sandy dune.
 
Down-stream, the helm held loosely,        5
  A pipe between the lips;
Up-stream, like beast one straineth
  And galls the breat and hips.
 
What boots it that I seem like
  The river’s king to-day,        10
If to-morrow like a beggar,
  Despised, I tug away?
 
My pleasuring leaves no furrow
  Upon the water-plain;
The marks of struggling footsteps        15
  Long in the sand remain.
 
 
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