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THE OCEAN'S MOAN.
não av dininoas suras ära. MOSCHUS.
STREAMS that sweep where thousands languish
On the mountain, in the glen, Seaward bear each cry of anguish
Uttered by the sons of men ;
Hence it is that ever Ocean
Hath so sad, so wild a moan; Calm, or lashed in wild commotion,
Therefore is its dirge-like tone.
Moaning for the dead and dying
With its ever voiceful waves,
Whiten in its coral caves ;
Rivers tell it to the sea,
Their eternal mourner be ?
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, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds,
That ope in the month of May.
The skipper he stood beside the helm
With his pipe in his mouth, And watched how the veering flaw did blow
The smoke now West, now South.
Then up and spoke an old sailor,
Had sailed the Spanish Main,
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 north-east ;
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.'
He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat
Against the stinging blast;
And bound her to the mast.
"O father! I hear the church-bells ring
O say, what may it be?'. "'Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!!
And he steered for the open sea.
O father! I hear the sound of guns,
O say, what may it be?? 'Some ship in distress, that cannot live
In such an angry sea !'
O father! I see a gleaming light,
O say, what may it be?'
A frozen corpse was he.
Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,
With his face to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow
On his fixed and glassy eyes.
Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed
That savéd 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
Towards the reef of Norman’s Woe.
And ever the fitful gusts between
A sound came from the land ;
On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.
The breakers were right beneath her bows,
She drifted a dreary wreck,
Like icicles from her deck.
She struck where the white and fleecy waves
Looked soft as carded wool,
Like the horns of an angry bull.
Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice,
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 sea-weed,
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!
H. W. LONGFELLOW.