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COME, hoist the sail, the fast let go!
The ripples lightly tap the boat.
She shoots ahead:
-they're all afloat: The strand is far behind.
No danger reach so fair a crew;
Fair ladies, fairer than the spray
Soft breezes take you on your way,
O, might I like those breezes be,
The boat goes tilting on the waves;
There dips the duck:
her back she laves;
Now, like the gulls that dart for prey,
Now rising, shoots along her way,
The sun-light falling on her sheet,
Sparkling in scorn of summer's heat,
The winds are fresh; she's driving fast.
The crinkling sail, and crinkling mast,
Why dies the breeze away so soon?
For, see, the winged fisher's plume
Below, a cheek of lovely bloom.
She smiles; thou need'st must smile on her;
A rich, white cloud that doth not stir.
And pictured beach of yellow sand,
From that far isle the thresher's flail
The parting sun sends out a glow
Careening to the wind, they reach,
But them I hear no more.
Goddess of Beauty, must I now
R. H. DANA.
MERRILY BOUNDS THE BARK.
MERRILY, merrily bounds the bark,
She bounds before the gale;
The mountain breeze from Ben-na-darch
With fluttering sound, like laughter hoarse, The cords and canvas strain;
The waves, divided by her force,
Merrily, merrily bounds the bark,
Merrily, merrily goes the bark,
On a breeze from the northward free, So shoots through the morning sky the lark, Or the swan through the summer sea.
Merrily, merrily, goes the bark,
Before the gale she bounds;
THE INCHCAPE ROCK.
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,
Without either sign or sound of their shock,
The holy abbot of Aberbrothok
Had floated that bell on the Inchcape Rock;
On the waves of the storm it floated and swung,
And louder and louder its warning rung.