The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung
To their first fault, and wither'd in their pride.

OVER the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave, To a speeding wind and a bounding waveA gallant armament:

Each bark built out of a forest-tree,

Left leafy and rough as first it grew, And nail'd all over the gaping sides, Within and without, with black-bull hides, Seeth'd in fat and suppled in flame, To bear the playful billows' game; So each good ship was rude to see, Rude and bare to the outward view,

But each upbore a stately tent;
Where cedar-pales in scented row
Kept out the flakes of the dancing brine:
And an awning drooped the mast below,
In fold on fold of the purple fine,
That neither noon-tide, nor star-shine,
Nor moonlight cold which maketh mad,
Might pierce the regal tenement,

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When the sun dawn'd, oh, gay and glad
We set the sail and plied the oar;
But when the night-wind blew like breath,
For joy of one day's voyage more,
We sang together on the wide sea,
Like men at peace on a peaceful shore;
Each sail was loosed to the wind so free,
Each helm made sure by the twilight star,
And in a sleep as calm as death,
We, the strangers from afar,

Lay stretch'd along, each weary crew In a circle round its wondrous tent, Whence gleam'd soft light and curl'd rich scent, And with light and perfume, music too: So the stars wheel'd round, and the darkness past, And at morn we started beside the mast, And still each ship was sailing fast!


One morn, the land appear'd! a speck
Dim trembling betwixt sea and sky
Avoid it, cried our pilot, check

The shout, restrain the longing eye!
But the heaving sea was black behind
For many a night and many a day,
And land, though but a rock, was nigh;
So we broke the cedar pales away,
Let the purple awning flap in the wind,

And a statue bright was on every deck!
We shouted, every man of us,

And steered right into the harbor thus,
With pomp and pæan glorious.

An hundred shapes of lucid stone!

All day we built a shrine for each

A shrine of rock for every one
Nor paused till in the westering sun
We sate together on the beach
To sing, because our task was done ;
When lo! what shouts and merry songs!
What laughter all the distance stirs!
What raft comes loaded with its throngs
Of gentle islanders!

'Our isles are just at hand,' they cried;

'Like cloudlets faint at even sleeping, Our temple-gates are open'd wide,

Our olive-groves thick shade are keeping For the lucid shapes you bring,' they cried. Oh then we awoke with sudden start

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From our deep dream; we knew, too late,
How bare the rock, how desolate,

To which we had flung our precious freight :
Yet we called out - Depart!


Our gifts, once given, must here abide :
Our work is done; we have no heart
To mar our work,' we cried.



YE heavy-hearted mariners.
Who sail this shore,

Ye patient, ye who labor

Sitting at the sweeping oar,

And see afar the flashing sea-gulls play

On the free waters, and the glad bright day

Twine with his hand the spray;

From out your dreariness,
From your heart-weariness,
I speak, for I am yours
On these gray shores.

Nay, nay, I know not, Mariners,
What cliffs these are,

That high uplift their smooth dark fronts,
And sadly round us bar;

I do imagine, that the free clouds play

Above those eminent heights, that somewhere Day

Rides his triumphant way,

And hath secure dominion
Over our stern oblivion,
But see no path thereout
To free from doubt.



In a season of calm weather,

Though inland far we be,

Our souls have sight of that immortal sea

That brought us hither,

Can in a moment travel thither,

And see the children sport upon the shore,
And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.'



TELL me, brother, what are we ?
Spirits bathing in the sea

Of Deity!


Half afloat and half on land,
Wishing much to leave the strand, –
Standing, gazing with devotion,
Yet afraid to trust the Ocean

Such are we.

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Wanting love and holiness
To enjoy the wave's caress;
Wanting faith and heavenly hope,
Buoyantly to bear us up;

Yet impatient in our dwelling,
When we hear the ocean swelling,

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