No Longer Of This Tribe

No longer of this tribe — how could I be
  Now that the reef between us is so wide?
You in your proud canoes command the sea,
  While I consign myself to wave and tide.

Let none but stalwarts share my waning shame,
  The young so soon forget what elders hid,
I would not have them see what I became —
  Far better that you tell them what I did.