THE DEMON OF THE SEA. BY ELIJAH KELLOGG, JR. Ah! tell me not of your shady dells For I'm the God of the rolling sea, And the charms of earth are nought to me. 'Mid the sullen dash of the angry tide. I hear ye tell of music's power, The rapture of a sigh, When beauty in her wizard power Unveils her languid eye.— Ye never knew the infernal fire, THE DEMON OF THE SEA. The withering curse, the scorching ire, Of him who rules the billow's crest. By moaning whirlwinds sped, This is the music that my ear I love to view some lonely bark, The sport of storms, the lightning's mark, Scarce struggling through the freshening wave I saw a son and father fight For a drifting spar their lives to save; All swinging at the tempest's beck, 157 O'er that vast plain where nought was seen The ocean and the sky between, And there all buried to the breast In the hungry surf that round her prest- High o'er her head she raised her child, Poor wretch, she deemed it might not be That the cruel shark his meal should make Of the babe she'd nursed so tenderly, By her own sweet native lake. I whelmed that infant in the sea And the wretched mother's frantic yell -Are ye so haughty in your pride, To deem of all the earth beside, That yours are fields and fragrant bowers, To that proud, fadeless blazonry, THE DEMON OF THE SEA. 159 Immortal forms in each wild grot, Still bright and changeless all. Decay is not on beauty's bloom, Nor canker in the rose, To mar the sweet repose. And Triton winds his shell, While through old Ocean's valleys green, But though a Demon rightly named, That nerves the heart in danger's hour. Whom, many a wild midnight, I've girded with a thousand startling forms When tempests roar, and hell-fiends scream, 'Mid biting cold and driving hail Nor deigns to utter coward cries, But as he lived, so fearless dies,- With the pealing tempest's banner-cry ;— Then winds are hushed, the billow falls, Where storms are wont to be, As I bear him to the untrodden halls Of the deep unfathomed sea! At once a bright immortal train And on a shining, pearly car They place the honored dust, In sadness move that funeral train,— And now the watch of Life is past, -Peaceful be thy slumbers, brother, There's no prouder grave for thee, Flower of ocean's chivalry! |