For the cold strange eyes of a little Mermaiden, And the gleam of her golden hair. Come away, away children, She will start from her slumber A pavement of pearl. Singing, Here came a mortal, But faithless was she, And alone dwell forever The kings of the sea.' But children, at midnight, We will gaze from the sand-hills, At the church on the hill-side- Singing, 'There dwells a loved one, She left lonely forever The kings of the sea.' M. Arnold XXXV THE SANDS O' DEE I 'O Mary, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, Across the sands o' Dee !' The western wind was wild and dank with foam, And all alone went she. 2 The creeping tide came up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand, And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see; The blinding mist came down and hid the land — And never home came she. 3 Oh, is it weed, or fish, or floating hair ? A tress o' golden hair, O' drowned maiden's hair, Above the nets at sea. Was never salmon yet that shone so fair Among the stakes on Dee. 4 They row'd her in across the rolling foam, The cruel crawling foam, The cruel hungry foam, To her grave beside the sea: But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home, Across the sands o' Dee. C. Kingsley XXXVI THE LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore! Eight hundred of the brave, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land breeze shook the shrouds, Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock: She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath; Weigh the vessel up, Once dreaded by our foes! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes. Her timbers yet are sound, Full charged with England's thunder, But Kempenfelt is gone, His victories are o'er ; And he and his eight hundred Shall plough the wave no more. W. Cowper XXXVII A SEA DIRGE Full fathom five thy father lies: Ding, dong, bell. W. Shakespeare XXXVIII THE ANCIENT MARINER It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. "By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me ? "The Bridegroom's doors are open'd wide, And I am next of kin : The guests are met, the feast is set : He holds him with his glittering eye- The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone: He cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner. "The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared, Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the lighthouse top. "The sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. "Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon |