Not a soul is here to rescue,
Not a one to back you!
Not a one is here to rescue,
Not a soul to back you.
BY DUNAI’S[[64]] WATERS
So quietly, so gently the Dunai’s waters flow.
A maiden combs her hair, and sees reflected far below
A wealth of silken tresses the breeze blows to and fro.
So quietly, so gently the loose hair drifts adown—
“Float there!” she cries, “float onward through vale and busy town,