And under a starry sky,
Two men came to my door
And rested them wearily.
Beneath the bough and the star
In a whispering foreign tongue,
They talked of a land afar,
And the merry days so young."
She sang it as though to herself, or as though answering the murmur of the tide on the rocks at their feet; but at the third verse her voice lifted:
"Beneath the dawn and the bough
I heard them arise and go—