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THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS.
It was the schooner Hesperus,
That sailed the wintry sea;
And the skipper had taken his little daughtér, To bear him company.
Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax,
The skipper he stood beside the helm.
And watched how the veering flaw did blow
Then up and spoke an old sailor,
Last night, the moon had a golden ring,
Colder and louder blew the wind,
A gale from the north-east;
And the billows frothed like yeast.
Down came the storm, and smote amain,
She shuddered and paused like a frighted steed,
'Come hither! come hither! my little daughtér, And do not tremble so;
For I can weather the roughest gale,
He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat
He cut a rope from a broken spar,
'O father! I hear the church-bells ring O say, what may it be?'
"Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!' And he steered for the open sea.
'O father! I hear the sound of guns, O say, what may it be?'
'Some ship in distress, that cannot live In such an angry sea!'
'O father! I see a gleaming light,
But the father answered never a word,
Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,
The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes.
Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That savéd she might be;
And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave, On the Lake of Galilee.
And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
And ever the fitful gusts between
It was the sound of the trampling surf,
The breakers were right beneath her bows,
And a whooping billow swept the crew
She struck where the white and fleecy waves
But the cruel rocks, they gored her side.
Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice,
At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach,
To see the form of a maiden fair,
The salt sea was frozen on her breast,
And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed,
Such was the wreck of the Hesperus,
H. W. LONGFELLOW.