So thick a haze o'erspreads the sky, On the deck the Rover takes his stand, Quoth Sir Ralph, "It will be lighter soon, "Canst hear," said one, "the breakers roar? For yonder, methinks, should be the shore— But I wish we could hear the Inchcape Bell!" They hear no sound, the swell is strong; Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair, SOUTHEY. LXI THE CONVICT SHIP. Morn on the waters !—and, purple and bright, O'er the glad waves, like a child of the sun, Full to the breeze she unbosoms her sail, And her pennon streams onward, like hope, in the gale ; Bright as the visions of youth, ere they part, Night on the waves! and the moon is on high, Bright and alone on the shadowy main, Like a heart-cherished home on some desolate plain ! Who-as she smiles in the silvery light, And that souls that are smitten lie bursting within ? 'Tis thus with our life, while it passes along, With streamers afloat, and with canvas unfurled; Yet chartered by sorrow, and freighted with sighs : Fading and false is the aspect it wears, As the smiles we put on, just to cover our tears; While the withering thoughts which the world cannot know, Like heart-broken exiles, lie burning below; And the vessel drives on to that desolate shore Where the dreams of our childhood are vanished and o'er. HERVEY. N LXII SIR PATRICK SPENS. The King sat in Dunfermline town Then up and spake an eldern knight The King has written a letter broad, To Norraway, to Norraway, To Norway through the foam; The King's daughter of Norraway, 'Tis thou must bring her home. The first word that Sir Patrick read "Oh who is this hath done this deed, To send us out at this time o' the year ? "Be't rain, be't wet, be't hail, be't sleet, Our ship maun through the foam ; The King's daughter of Norraway 'Tis we maun bring her home." They hoisted their sails on Monenday They had not been a week, a week, In Norraway but twae, When that the men of Norraway Began aloud to say; "Ye Scots spend all our good King's gold And all our Queenis fee". "'Tis false, 'tis false, ye liars loud, Ye lee, sae loud ye lee. "For I brought as much white money As served my men and me; And I brought a bag fu' of gude red gold Out o'er the sea with me." |