And he reached his fingers over
The rim of the sea, like sails from Dover,
And caught a Mandarin at prayer,
And tickled his nose in Orion's hair.
The sun went down through crimson bars,
And left his blind face battered with stars-
But the brown toes in China kept
Hot the tears Del Cascar wept.
Written by William Stanley Braithwaite (1878-1962)
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