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They climb'd as quickly, for the rim
The houseless ocean's heaving field,
The peaky islet shifted shapes,
By peaks that flamed, or, all in shade,
O hundred shores of happy climes,
From havens hid in fairy bowers,
But we nor paused for fruit nor flowers.
For one fair Vision ever fled
And now we lost her, now she gleam'd
Like Heavenly Hope she crown'd 'the sea,
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.
And never sail of ours was furl'd,
Nor anchor dropt at eve or morn; We loved the glories of the world,
But laws of nature were our scorn;
For blasts would rise and rave and cease, 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,
IN THE VALLEY OF CAUTERETZ.
ALL along the valley, stream that flashest white,
I walk'd with one I loved two and thirty years ago.
ONCE in a golden hour
To and fro they went
Thro' my garden-bower,
FAIR is her cottage in its place,
Where yon broad water sweetly slowly glides. It sees itself from thatch to base
Dream in the sliding tides.
And fairer she, but ah how soon to die!
Her quiet dream of life this hour may cease.
Her peaceful being slowly passes by
To some more perfect peace.
He rose at dawn and, fired with hope,
And while he whistled long and loud
"The sands and yeasty surges mix
And in thy heart the scrawl shall play."
"Fool," he answer'd, "death is sure
To those that stay and those that roam, But I will nevermore endure
To sit with empty hands at home.
"My mother clings about my neck,
My sisters crying stay for shame;' My father raves of death and wreck,
They are all to blame, they are all to blame.
"God help me! save I take my part Of danger on the roaring sea,
A devil rises in my heart,
Far worse than any death to me."