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“Scarce had I put to sea,
Among the Norsemen!
With twenty horsemen.
"Then launched they to the blast, Bent like a reed each mast, Yet we were gaining fast,
When the wind failed us; And with a sudden flaw Came round the gusty Skaw, So that our foe we saw
Laugh as he hailed us.
“And as to catch the gale
Death without quarter !
Through the black water!
“As with his wings aslant,
With his prey laden,
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; Time dried the maiden's tears; She had forgot her fears,
She was a mother; Death closed her mild blue eyes, Under that tower she lies; Ne'er shall the sun arise
On such another !
"Still grew my bosom then,
The sunlight hateful!
O, 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.
The skipper he stood beside the helm,
His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow
The smoke now West, now South.
Then up and spake an old Sailor,
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,
And to-night no moon we see !"
And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Colder and louder blew the wind,
A gale from the Northeast, 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;