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For they knaws what I beän to Squoire sin fust a
comed to the 'All; I done my duty by Squoire an' I done my duty
Squoire's in Lunnon, an' summun I reckons 'ull 'a
to wroite, For who's to howd the lond ater meä thot muddles
ma quoit; Sartin-sewer I beä, thot a weänt niver give it to
Joänes, Noither a moänt to Robins a niver rembles the
But summun 'ull come ater meä mayhap wi' 'is
kittle o' steäm Huzzin' an'maäzin' the blessed feälds wi' the Divil's
oän team. Gin I mun doy I mun doy, an' loife they says is
sweet, But gin I mun doy I mun doy, for I couldn abear
to see it.
What atta stannin' theer for, an' doesn bring ma
the yaäle ? Doctor's a 'tottler, lass, an a's hallus i’ the owd
taäle; I weänt breäk rules for Doctor, a knaws naw moor
nor a floy; Git ma my yaäle I tell tha, an' gin I mun doy I
We left behind the painted buoy
That tosses at the harbour-mouth; And madly danced our hearts with joy,
As fast we fleeted to the South : How fresh was every sight and sound
On open main or winding shore ! We knew the merry world was round,
And we might sail for evermore.
Warm broke the breeze against the brow,
Dry sang the tackle, sang the sail : The Lady's-head upon
prow Caught the shrill salt, and sheer'd the gale. The broad seas swellid to meet the keel,
And swept behind : so quick the run, We felt the good ship shake and reel,
We seem'd to sail into the Sun !
How oft we saw the Sun retire,
And burn the threshold of the night, Fall from his Ocean-lane of fire,
And sleep beneath his pillar'd light! How oft the purple-skirted robe
Of twilight slowly downward drawn As thro' the slumber of the globe
Again we dash'd into the dawn!
New stars all night above the brim
Of waters lighten'd into view;
They climb'd as quickly, for the rim
Changed every moment as we flew. Far ran the naked moon across
The houseless ocean's heaving field, Or flying shone, the silver boss
Of her own balo's dusky shield;
The peaky islet shifted shapes,
High towns on hills were dimly seen, We past long lines of Northern capes
And dewy Northern meadows green. We came to warmer waves, and deep
Across the boundless east we drove, Where those long swells of breaker sweep
The nutmeg rocks and isles of clove.
By peaks that flamed, or, all in shade,
Gloom'd the low coast and quivering brine With ashy rains, that spreading made
Fantastic plume or sable pine;
Of mighty mouth, we scudded fast,
Glowd for a moment as we past.
How swiftly stream'd ye by the bark !
With wakes of fire we tore the dark; At times a carven craft would shoot
From havens hid in fairy bowers, With naked limbs and flowers and fruit,
But we nor paused for fruit nor flowers.
VIII. For one fair Vision ever fled
Down the waste waters day and night, And still we follow'd where she led,
In hope to gain upon her flight.
And fixt upon the far sea-line;
I follow till I make thee mine.”
And now we lost her, now she gleam'd
Like Fancy made of golden air, Now nearer to the prow she seem'd
Like Virtue firm, like Knowledge fair, Now high on waves
that idly burst Like Heavenly Hope she crown'd 'the sea, And now, the bloodless point reversed,
She bore the blade of Liberty.
And only one among us — him
We pleased not — he was seldom pleased : He saw not far: his eyes were dim:
But ours he swore were all diseased. “A ship of fools” he shriek'd in spite,
“ A ship of fools” he sneer'd and wept. And overboard one stormy night
He cast his body, and on we swept.
Nor anchor dropt at eve or morn;
But laws of nature were our scorn ;
But whence were those that drove the sail Across the whirlwind's heart of peace,
And to and thro' the counter-gale ?
Again to colder climes we came,
For still we follow'd where she led :
And half the crew are sick or dead.
We follow that which flies before:
And we may sail for evermore.
IN THE VALLEY OF CAUTERETZ.
ALL along the valley, stream that flashest white,
ONCE in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
The people said, a weed.
Thro' my garden-bower,
Cursed me and my flower.