“What is the name of thy land?” she cried.
“Mine is a very long land!”—he replied,—
“Enquire of the flood and the ebbing tide!
Away from the sea, inland I abide.
My palace is called the Great Foundation!
And the houses are all like those of thy nation.
Then tell me at once, O child of the sea,
Wilt thou stay where thou art, or go with me?”
“In thy canoe I’ll go with thee!
My home at the dawn shall deserted be!”