" In autumn, " spake he, " I will come again,
Dear Mother! " But that autumn is forgot;
And days roll by, and moons do wax and wane,
And still they watch, and still he cometh not.

For he ne'er lighted on that distant shore,
Though far he sailed from fair Yamato's lea;
But on this cragged rock forevermore
He dwells among the islands of the sea.