Are passing for the business of the day.
There is the inlet where the immortal boys,
As white and slim as ever, splash and call.
Deserted on the other bank Blake Hall
Still contemplates contemptuously their noise.
There are the docks where the tall mastheads shine
Of mighty Helsingfors, the timber ship.
And a new craft is lying in the slip
Which presently shall be baptized with wine.
The houses gather thicker, and a girl