For I can weather the roughest gale He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat And bound her to the mast. “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 father! I see a gleaming light, 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 saved she might be; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the waves On the Lake of Galilee. And fast through the midnight dark and drear, And ever the fitful gusts between 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 sides Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach Lashed close to a drifting mast. The salt sea was frozen on her breast, And he saw her hair, like the brown seaweed, Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. HYMN TO DIANA QUEEN and Huntress, chaste and fair, Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Earth, let not thy envious shade Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st a day of night, Ben Jonson. SONG A LAKE and a fairy boat To sail in the moonlight clear, And merrily we would float From the dragons that watch us here! Thy gown should be snow-white silk, Red rubies should deck thy hands, Thomas Hood. A SEA DIRGE FULL fathom five thy father lies: But doth suffer a sea-change Ding, dong, bell. Shakespeare. LULLABY SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. Alfred Tennyson. ANNAN WATER ANNAN Water 's wading deep, And my Love Annie's wondrous bonny; And I am loath she should wet her feet, Because I love her best of ony. He's loupen on his bonny gray, He rode the right gate and the ready; |