And she cried: 'Ply the oar ; As she spoke, bolts of death Mixed with hail, specked their path. O'er the sea. And from isle, tower, and rock, From the lee. III. 'And fear'st thou, and fear'st thou? And see'st thou, and hear'st thou ? And drive we not free O'er the terrible sea, I and thou?' One boat-cloak did cover The loved and the lover Their blood beats one measure, They murmur proud pleasure While around the lashed Ocean, To and fro. : IV. In the court of the fortress Like a blood-hound well beaten On the topmost watch-turret, And with curses as wild As e'er clung to child, He devotes to the blast The best, loveliest, and last Of his name! SHELLEY. SONG. 'O MARY, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, Across the sands o' Dee;' The western wind was wild and dank wi' foam, And all alone went she. The creeping tide came up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand, And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see; The blinding mist came down and hid the land, And never home came she. 'O is it weed or fish or floating hair, A tress o' golden hair, O' drowned maiden's hair, Above the nets at sea? Was never salmon yet that shone so fair, They rowed her in across the rolling foam, The cruel crawling foam, The cruel hungry foam, To her grave beside the sea; But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home Across the sands o' Dee. CHARLES KINGSLEY. THE FISHERMAN. A PERILOUS life, and sad as life may be, O'er the wide waters laboring, far from home, The lonely fisher thus must ever fare; Without the comfort, hope, with scarce a friend, He looks through life, and only sees its end! BARRY CORNWALL. SIR PATRICK SPENS. THE king sits in Dunfermline town, Then up and spake an eldern knight, The king has written a braid letter "To Noroway, to Noroway, The first word that Sir Patrick read, 'O wha is this has done this deed, And told the king o' me, To send us out at this time o' the year, To sail upon the sea? 'Be it wind, be it weet, be it sail, be it sleet, Our ship must sail the faem; The king's daughter of Noroway, 'Tis we must fetch her hame.' |