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OLE LUK‐OIE
- A PICTURE hung beside my bed,
- Wherein the boat was painted red,
- And in the blue sea and rusty frame
- From day to day were just the same,
- Till one night Ole Luk‐Oie spread
- His big umbrella o’er my head.
- And then like magic swift and strange
- Within the picture came a change—
- It seemed as if the sea took breath,
- The clouds awoke, as though from death,
- The fisherman bent to his oar,
- And the small boat drew near the shore.
- The waves foamed white upon the sands,
- Some children ran and clapped their hands,
- And little ships from far away
- Came sailing towards the painted bay;
- All this and such‐like wondrous things
- Ole Luk‐Oie’s umbrella brings!
