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The "Gray Swan"
"Oh, tell me, sailor, tell me true,
A-sailing with your ship?"
He said with trembling lip,—
"What little lad? as if there could be
What little lad, do you say?
The Gray Swan' sailed away."
"The other day?" The sailor's eyes
"The other day? the 'Swan'?"
The jacket he had on."
"And so your lad is gone?"
"Gone with the Swan "?"" And did she stand With her anchor clutching hold of the sand
For a month, and never stir?"
"Why, to be sure! I've seen from the land, Romance Like a lover kissing his lady's hand,
The wild sea kissing her,
A sight to remember, sir!"
"But, my good mother, do you know All this was twenty years ago?
I stood on the Gray Swan's' deck,
"And did the little lawless lad,
That has made you sick and made you sad,
Be sure he sailed with the crew!
"And has he never written line,
"Hold! If 'twas wrong, the wrong is mine;
And could he write from the grave?
Romance "Gone twenty years, a long, long cruise! and "Twas wicked thus your love to abuse! Reality
But if the lad still live,
And come back home, think you you can
You're mad as the sea, you rave!
The sailor twitched his shirt so blue,
The kerchief. She was wild.
My blessed boy, my child!
My dead, my living child!"
The Wreck of the Hesperus
It was the schooner Hesperus
That sailed the wintry sea;
And the skipper had taken his little daughtèr
To bear him company.
Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax,
Her cheeks like the dawn of day,
And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds,
The skipper he stood beside the helm,
His pipe was in his mouth,
And he watched how the veering flaw did blow Reality
The sinoke now West, now South.
Then up and spake an old Sailòr
Had sailed to the Spanish main,
"I pray thee put into yonder port, For I fear a hurricane.
"Last night the moon had a golden ring,
The skipper he blew a whiff from his pipe,
Colder and colder blew the wind,
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 daughtèr,
For I can weather the roughest gale
He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat
Romance He cut a rope from a broken spar,
And bound her to the mast.
"O father! I hear the church-bells ring;
""T is a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!"
"O father! I hear the sound of guns;
"Some ship in distress, that cannot live
"O father I see a gleaming light;
what may it be?"
But the father answered never a word,
A frozen corpse was he.
Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,
The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow
Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed
And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave
And fast through the midnight dark and drear
Like a sheeted ghost the vessel swept