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And now it reigns above, around,
The whole Ship's crew are there! As if it call'd the Ship along.
Wailings around and overhead,
| And madness and despair.
Leave not the wreck, thou cruel Boat, From the parting cloud fresh blows the u
° While yet 'tis thine to save, Breeze;
And angel-hands will bid thee float : And that is the spirit whose well-known song
Uninjured o'er the wave, Makes the vessel to sail in joy along.
Though whirlpools yawn across thy way, No fears hath she ;-Her giant-form O'er wrathful surge, through blackening
And storms, impatient for their prey,
Around thee fiercely rave! storm,
Vain all the prayers of pleading eyes, Majestically calm would go
Of outcry loud, and humble sigha, Mid the deep darkness white as snow!
Hands clasp'd, or wildly toss'd on high Bat gently now the small waves glide
To bless or curse in agony ! Like playful lambs o'er a mountain's side.
Despair and resignation vain! So stately her bearing, so proud her array,
| Away like a strong-wingid bird she Nics, The Main she will traverse for ever and aye.
| That heeds not human miseries, Many ports will exult at the gleam of her
And far off in the sunshine dies mast!
Like a wave of the restless main. -Hush! hush! thou vain dreamer! this hour
Hush! hush! Ye wretches left behind! 'is her last
Silence becomes the brave, resign'd Five hundred souls in one instant of dread
To unexpected doom. Are hurried o'er the deck;
How quiet the once noisy crowd! And fast the miserable Ship
The sails now serve them for a shroud, Becomes a lifeless wreck.
And the sea-cave is their tomb. Her keel hath struck on a hidden rock,
And where is that loveliest Being gone? Her planks are torn asunder, And down come her masts with a reeling
Hope not that she is saved alone,
Immortal though such beauty seem'd to be.
shock, And a hideous crash like thunder.
She, and the Youth that loved her too,
Went down with the ship and her gallant Her sails are draggled in the brine That gladden'd late the skies,
No favourites hath the sea.
Unbroken as the floating air;
The Ship hath melted quite away, O'er the wreaths of murmuring snow, Like a struggling dream at break of day. To the coral rocks are hurrying down No image meets my wandering eye To sleep amid colours as bright as their own. But the new-risen sun, and the sunny sky.
Though the night-shades are gone, yet a
vapour dall Oh! many a dream was in the Ship Bedims the waves so beautiful; An hour before her death;
While a low and melancholy moan And sights of home with sighs disturb'd Mourns for the glory that hath flown. The sleepers' long-drawn breath.
Oh! that the wild and wailing strain Instead of the murmur of the sea
Were a dream that murmurs in my brain! The sailor heard the humming tree
What happiness would then be mine, Alive through all its leaves,
When my eyes as they felt the morning shine, The hum of the spreading sycamore Instead of the unfathom'd Ocean-grave That grows before his cottage-door, Should behold Winander's peaceful water And the swallow's song in the eaves. And the Isles that love her loving breast, His arms inclosed a biooming boy,
Each brooding like a Halcyon's nest.
Will hang at midnight o'er my tale,
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No sea-bird, through the darkness sailing,
E’er utter'd such a doleful wailing,
Foreboding the near blast:
If from a living thing it came, Down sank yon fair Ship to her coral grave,
It sure must have a spectral frame, Where didst thou linger then? Sure it
And soon its soul must part:behoved
That groan broke from a bursting heart, A Spirit strong and pityful like thee
The bitterest and the last.
The Figure moves! It is alive!
"Y? None but its wretched self survive, No more to bless the empire of the Night.
| Yea! drown'd are all the crew! How oft to thee have home-sick sailors pour'd
Ghosts are they underneath the wave, Upon their midnight-watch, no longer dull
And he, whom Ocean deign'd to save, Wben thou didat smile, hymns wild and
Stands there most ghost-like too. beautiful,
| Alone upon a rock he stands Worthy the radiant Angel they adored!
Amid the waves, and wrings his hands, And are such hymnings breathed to thee in
And lifts to Heaven his steadfast eye,
With a wild upbraiding agony.
vain? Gleamst thon, as if delighted with the strain,
He senda his soul through the lonesome air And won by it the pions bark to keep
To God: but God hears not his prayer; . In joy for ever?-till at once behind
For, soon as his words from the wretch A cloud thou sailest,-and a roaring wind
depart, Hatb sunk her in the deep!
Cold they return on his baffled heart. Or, though the zephyr scarcely blow,
| He flinge himself down on his rocky tomb, Down to the bottom must she go
And madly laughs at his horrible doom. With all who wake or sleep,
With smiles the Main is overspread, Ere the slamberer from his dream can start,
As if in mockery of the dead; Or the hymn hath left the singer's heart!
And upward when he turns his sight, Oh! sure, if ever mortal prayer
The unfeeling Sun is shining bright, Were heard where thou and thy bright stars
And strikes him with a sickening light.. abide,
While a fainting-fit his soul bedims, So many gallant spirits had not died
He thinks that a Ship before him swims, Thus mournfully in beauty and in prime!
A gallant Ship, all fill'd with gales, But from the sky had shone an arm sublime,
One radiant gleam of snowy sails— To bless the worship of that Virgin fair,
His senses return, and he looks in vain And, only seen by Faith's uplifted eye,
O'er the empty silence of the Main! The wretched vessel gently drifted by
No Ship is there, with radiant gleam, The fatal rock, and to the crowded shore,
Whose shadow sail'd throughout his dream : In triumph and in pride the expected glory
Not even one rueful plank is seen
To tell that a vessel hath ever been
Beneath these lonely skies :
Following the ship in hush or roar,
Doubt and confusion darken all his soul, Oavard thou glidest through the milky way, While glimmering truth more dreadful makes Nor, in thy own immortal beauty blest,
the gloom: Hearst dying mortals rave themselves to Why hath the Ocean that black hideous rest.
swell ? Yet when this night thon mountst thy starry And in his ears why doth that dismal toll
For ever sound, -as if a city-bell Brightening to sun-like glory in thy bliss, Wail'd for a funeral passing to the tomb? W ilt thou not then thy once - loved Vessel Some one hath died, and buried is this day;
A hoary-headed man, or stripling gay, And wish her happy, now that she is gone? Or haply some sweet maid, who was a bride, _Was that wild sound a human cry, And, ere her head upon his bosom lay The voice of one more loath to die
Who deem'd her all his own, – the Virgin Than they who round him sleep?
died! Os of a Spirit in the sky,
Why starts the wilder'd dreamer at the bound, • Demon in the deep ?
| And casts his haggard eyes around?
The utter agony hath seized him now, A stream comes dancing from a mount,
Is scarcely seen to glide.
Glance by on golden wing,
ter,-drown'd! Of the bloom wherein they sing.
So passing fair can be:
Is that indeed the Sea ?
Adorn'd with all her pomp and pride,
Long fluttering flags, and pendants wide, Yet soon he flings, with a sudden start, He sees a stately vessel ride That gnawing frenzy from his heart, At anchor in a bay, For long in sooth he strove,
Where never waves by storm were driven, When the waters were booming in his brain, Shaped like the Moon when she is young And his life was clogg'd with a sickening pain,
in heaven, To save his lady-love.
Or melting in a cloud that stops her way.
Tall as the palmtrees on the steep,
Wakening the forests from their solemn sleep; Nor fear'd the harmless ocean-flood ! While suddenly the cannon's sound He feels as if many and many a day, Rolls through the cavern'd glens and groves Since that bright hour, had pass'd away;
profound, The dim remembrance of some joy
And never-dying echoes roar around. In which he revellid when a boy.
Shaded with branching palm, the sign of The crew's dumb misery and his own,
peace, When lingeringly the ship went down, Canoes and skiffs like lightning shoot along, Even like some mournful tale appears, Countless as waves there sporting on the seas; By wandering sailor told in other years. While still from those that lead the van a Yet still he knows that this is all delusion, For how could he for months and years have Whose chorus rends the inland-cliffs afar,
Tells that advance before that unarm'd A wretched thing upon the cruel Main,
throng Calm though it seem to be? Would gracious Princes and chieftains, with a fearless smile,
And outstretchd arms, to welcome to their Set free his spirit from this dread confusion,
They round the world are voyaging,
But that bright pageant will not stay: And stronger as he bleeds.
Palms, plumes, and ensigns melt away. But the weariness of wasting grief
Island, and ship! - Though utter be the Hath brought at last its own relief:
change Each sense is dull’d! He lies at last
(For on a rock he seems to lie As if the parting shock were past.
All naked to the burning sky) He sleeps !-Prolong his haunted rest, He doth not think it strange. O God for now the wretch is blest. While in his memory faint recalling& swim, A fair romantic Island, crown'd
He fain would think it is a dream With a glow of blossom'd trees,
That thus distracts his view, And underneath bestrewn with flowers, Until some unimagined pain The happy dreamer secs.
Shoots shivering through his troubled brain:
-Though dreadful, all is true.
Of speaking thus of Heaven. But what to him is anguish now,
Weeping, she wrings his dripping hair Though it burn in his blood, and his heart, That hangs across his cheek;
and his brow, And leaves a hundred kisses there, For ever from morn to night?
But not one word can speak. For lo! an angel-shape descends,
| In bliss she listens to his breath: As soft and silent as moonlight,
Ne'er murmur'd so the breast of death! And o'er the dreamer bende.
Alas! sweet one! what joy can give , She cannot be an earthly child,
Fond-cherish'd thoughts like these! Yet, when the Vision sweetly smiled, For how mayest thou and thy lover live The light that there did play
In the centre of the seas ? Reminded him, he knew not why,
Or vainly to your sorrows seek for rest, Of one beloved in infancy,
On a rock where never verdure grew, But now far, far away.
| Too wild even for the wild sea-mew
Disturb’d by futtering joy, he wakes,
Sublime is the faith of a lonely soul,
And God looks down with a gleam of grace, | On the stillness of her heavenward face,
Just paler in her grief.
Art thou a phantom of the brain ?
Oh! look again on her who speaks He cries, a mermaid from the main ? To thee, and bathes thy sallow cheeks A seraph from the sky ?
With many a human tear!
Thy own true love is here.
Speak!—but one word! one little word! Had heard the stifled sigh that slowly broke 'Tis all I ask of thee, From her untainted bosom's lab'ring swell, If these eyes would give one transient gleam, He scarce had hoped, that at the throne of To cheer this dark and dreadful dream,
If, while I kiss thy cheek,
Before their parting spirit fail, The impious sin of doubting such a face, One low farewell would speak,
This rock so hard would be a bed
She looks like a bird of calm, that floats Of down unto thy Mary's head,
Unmoved when thunders roll, And gently would we glide away,
And gives to the storm as gentle notes Fitz-Owen! to that purer day
As e'er through sunshine stole. Of which thou once didst sing;
Her lover leans on her quiet breast,
To their Creator's will.
To some little favourite Isle,
To mark upon the peaceful waves Dissolve our life in prayers.
The parting sunbeams smile; I see in that uplifted eye,
As if the lightly feather'd oar That thou art not afraid to die;
In an hour could take them to the shore, For ever brave wert thou.
Where friends and parents dwell: Oh! press me closer to thy soul,
But far, alas! from such shore are they, And, while yet we hear the Ocean roll, And of friends, who for their safety pray, Breathe deep the marriage-vow!
Have ta'on a last farewell. We hoped far other days to see ; But the will of God be done! My husband! behold yon pile of clouds But why thus gleams Fitz-Owen's eye? Like a city, round the Sun :
Why bursts his eager speech ? Beyond these clouds, ere the phantoms part, Lo! as if brought by angel-hands Thou wilt lean in bliss on my loving heart. Uninjur'd on the beach,
With oars and sails a vessel lies :
Salvation from the gracious skies ! Sweet seraph! lovely was thy form, He fears it is a dream; that woe When, shrouded in the misty storm
Hath surely crazed his brain :
He drives the phantom from his gaze,
It is the same that used to glide
When the wind had fallen low,
Around the guardian prow
Of the mighty ship whose shadow lay
When the shrieking Ship went down,
Hath drifted all alone.
And there she lies ! the oars are laid
Preparing on the quiet tide
To beat a gladsome measure.
The dripping sail is careless tied
And a gaudy flag with purple glows,
Hung up in sportive joy by those
Thug left by herself on the homeless sen,
Steals unawares, like Heaven's own breadla
They gaze on her, till she appears
As if she understood their tears ; That sits within her eye,
To lay there with her cheerfal sail Awful her pallid face imprest
Till Heaven should send some gracious With the seal of victory.
gale, Triumphant o'er the ghastly dreams Some gentle spirit of the deep, That haunt the parting soul,
| With motion soft and swift as sleop.