The Inchcape Rock 1617 THE INCHCAPE ROCK No stir in the air, no stir in the sea, Without either sign or sound of their shock, The holy Abbot of Aberbrothok Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock; When the rock was hid by the surges' swell, The Sun in heaven was shining gay, The sea-birds screamed as they wheeled around, The buoy of the Inchcape Bell was seen, He felt the cheering power of spring, His eye was on the Inchcape float; i The boat is lowered, the boatmen row, Down sank the Bell with a gurgling sound; The bubbles rose, and burst around. Quoth Sir Ralph, "The next who comes to the Rock Will not bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok." Sir Ralph, the Rover, sailed away, So thick a haze o'erspreads the sky On the deck the Rover takes his stand; "Canst hear," said one, "the breakers roar? For yonder, methinks, should be the shore." "Now where we are I cannot tell, But I wish we could hear the Inchcape Bell." They hear no sound; the swell is strong; Sir Ralph, the Rover, tore his hair; The Sands of Dee But, even in his dying fear, One dreadful sound he seemed to hear,- The Devil below was ringing his knell. 1619 Robert Southey [1774-1843] THE SEA THROUGH the night, through the night, In the saddest unrest, Wrapped in white, all in white, With her babe on her breast, Walks the mother so pale, Through the night! Through the night, through the night, On the surf-flooded deck, Through the night! Richard Henry Stoddard [1825-1903] THE SANDS OF DEE "O MARY, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home Across the sands of Dee!" The western wind was wild and dank with foam, And all alone went she. The western tide crept 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 rolling mist came down and hid the land: And never home came she. "Oh! is it weed, or fish, or floating hair- A 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 of Dee! Charles Kingsley [1819-1875] THE THREE FISHERS THREE fishers went sailing away to the West, Away to the West as the sun went down; Each thought on the woman who loved him the best, For men must work, and women must weep, Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower And they trimmed the lamps as the sun went down; They looked at the squall, and they looked at the shower, And the night-rack came rolling up ragged and brown. But men must work, and women must weep, Three corpses lay out on the shining sands In the morning gleam as the tide went down, And the women are weeping and wringing their hands And good-by to the bar and its moaning. Charles Kingsley [1819-1875] The Northern Star 1621 BALLAD IN the summer even, While yet the dew was hoar, I went plucking purple pansies, Till my love should come to shore.. The fishing-lights their dances Were keeping out at sea, And come, I sung, my true love! Come hasten home to me! But the sea, it fell a-moaning, And the white gulls rocked thereon; And the young moon dropped from heaven, And the lights hid one by one. All silently their glances Slipped down the cruel sea, And wait! cried the night and wind and storm, Wait, till I come to thee! Harriet Prescott Spofford [1835 THE NORTHERN STAR A TYNEMOUTH SHIP THE Northern Star Sailed over the bar Bound to the Baltic Sea; In the morning gray She stretched away: 'Twas a weary day to me! For many an hour In sleet and shower By the lighthouse rock I stray; And watch till dark For the winged bark Of him that is far away. The castle's bound I wander round, |