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" 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

Round veered the flapping sail,
Death! was the helmsman's hail,

Death without quarter !
Mid-ships with iron keel
Struck we her ribs of steel;
Down her black hulk did reel

Through the black water !

“ As with his wings aslant,

Sails the fierce cormorant,
Seeking some rocky haunt,

With his prey laden,
So toward the open main,
Beating to sea again,
Through the wild hurricane,

Bore I the maiden.

“ Three weeks we westward bore,

And when the storm was o’er,
Cloud-like we saw the shore

Stretching to lee-ward ;
There for my lady's bower
Built I the lofty tower,
Which, to this very hour,

Stands looking sea-ward.

“ 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,

Still as a stagnant fen!
Hateful to me were men,

The sun-light hateful !
In the past forest here,
Clad in my warlike gear,
Fell I upon my spear,

0, death was grateful

“ Thus, seamed with many scars

Bursting these prison bars,
Up to its native stars

My soul ascended!
There from the flowing bowl
Deep drinks the warrior's soul,
Skoal! to the Northland ! skoal !"*

Thus the tale ended.

* In Scandanavia this is the customary salutation when drinking a health. I have slightly changed the orthography of the word, in order to preserve the correct pronunciation.

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.

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