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What tale do the roaring ocean,
And why do the roaring ocean,
And the night-wind, wild and bleak, As they beat at the heart of the mother, Drive the color from her cheek?
H. W. LONGFELLOW.
SEE where, upon the blue and waveless deep, Comes forth the silent Moon!
Now, Music, wake from out thy charméd sleep ; And bid thy sweet soul weep
Her life away in some immortal tune!
Or let thy soaring spirit run
Aloft upon some wild enchanted air,
Before whose breath despair
THREE fishers went sailing out into the West,
And the children stood watching them out of the town;
Three wives sat up in the light-house tower
And they looked at the squall, and they looked at the
And the rack it came rolling up, ragged and brown; But men must work, and women must weep, Though storms be sudden, and waters deep, And the harbor bar be moaning.
Three corpses lay out on the shining sands
And the women are watching and wringing their hands,
ABOVE the headlands massy, dim,
A swelling glow, a fiery birth,
The globe, o'erhanging bright and brave The pale green-glimmering ocean-floor, Silvers its wave, its rustling wave
Soft folded on the shelving shore.
O lonely moon, a lonely place
GLIDE ON, MY BARK.
GLIDE on, my bark; the summer's tide Is gently flowing to thy side; Around thy prow, the waters bright, In circling rounds of broken light, Are glittering, as if ocean gave Her countless gems to deck the wave; Whilst moonlight shines like mimic dayGlide on, my bark, thy moonlit way.
Glide on, my bark! how sweet to rove,
No sound is heard to break the spell,
THE EVENING STAR.
Just above yon sandy bar,
As the day grows fainter and dimmer, Lonely and lovely, a single star
Lights the air with a dusky glimmer.
Into the ocean faint and far
Falls the trail of its golden splendor,
Chrysaor rising out of the sea,
Showed thus glorious and thus emulous, Leaving the arms of Callirrhoe,
For ever tender, soft, and tremulous.
Thus o'er the ocean faint and far
Trailed the gleam of his falchion brightly;
Is it a God, or is it a star
That, entranced, I gaze on nightly!
H. W. LONGfellow.