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“And as to catch the gale
Death without quarter !
Through the black water.
“As with his wings aslant,
laden: So toward the open main, Beating the sea again, Through the wild hurricane,
Bore I the maiden.
“Three weeks we westward bore, And when the storm was o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore
Stretching to leeward ; There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower, Which, to this very hour,
Stands looking seaward.
“There lived we many years ;
She was a mother;
On such another!
“Still grew my bosom then,
The sunlight hateful!
Oh, death was grateful !
“Thus, seamed with many scars,
My soul ascended !
-Thus the tale ended.
THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS.
It was the schooner Hesperus,
That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter
To bear him company.
Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax,
Her cheeks like the dawn of day,
That ope in the month of May.
His pipe was in his mouth,
The smoke, now West now South.
and spake an old sailor, Had sailed the Spanish Main, “I
pray thee put into yonder port,
And to-night no moon we see !"
And a scornful laugh laughed he.
A gale from the North-east; The snow fell hissing in the brine,
And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain
The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed,
Then leaped her cable's length. “Come hither! come hither! my little daughter,
And do not tremble so;
That ever wind did blow."
Against the stinging blast;
And bound her to the mast.
And he steered for the open sea. “Oh father, I hear the sound of guns,
Oh say what may it be?” “Some ship in distress, that cannot live
In such an angry sea!
“Oh father, I see a gleaming light,
Oh say, what may it be?”
A frozen corpse was he.
With his face turned to the skies,
On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed
That saved she might be; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave,
On the Lake of Galilee. And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost the vessel swept
Tow'rds the reef of Norman's Woe.
A sound came from the land;
On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.
She drifted a dreary wreck,
Like icicles from her deck.
Looked soft as carded wool,
Like the horns of an angry bull.
With the masts went by the board;
Ho! Ho! the breakers roared!
At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach,
A fisherman stood aghast,
Lashed close to a drifting mast.
The salt sea was frozen on her breast,
The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown seaweed,
On the billows fall and rise.
Such was the wreck of the Hesperus,
In the midnight and the snow;
On the reef of Norman's Woe!