Chrysaor, rising out of the sea, Showed thus glorious and thus emulous, Leaving the arms of Callirrhoe, For ever tender, soft, and tremulous. Thus o'er the ocean faint and far Trailed the gleam of his falchion brightly; Is it a God, or is it a star, That, entranced, I gaze on nightly! THE SECRET OF THE SEA. АH! what pleasant visions haunt me, All my dreams, come back to me. Sails of silk and ropes of sendal, And the answer from the shore! Most of all, the Spanish ballad Like the long waves on a sea-beach, Telling how the Count Arnaldos, How he heard the ancient helmsman Till his soul was full of longing, And he cried, with impulse strong."Helmsman! for the love of heaven, Teach me, too, that wondrous song! "Wouldst thou,"-so the helmsman answered, "Learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers Comprehend its mystery?" In each sail that skims the horizon, Hear those mournful melodies; Till my soul is full of longing And the heart of the great ocean TWILIGHT. THE twilight is sad and cloudy, But in the fisherman's cottage Close, close it is pressed to the window As if those childish eyes Were looking into the darkness, To see some form arise. And a woman's waving shadow Now rising to the ceiling, Now bowing and bending low. What tale do the roaring ocean, And why do the roaring ocean, And the night-wind, wild and bleak, As they beat at the heart of the mother, Drive the colour from her cheek? SIR HUMPHREY GILBERT. SOUTHWARD with fleet of ice Wild and fast blew the blast, And the east wind was his breath. His lordly ships of ice Glistened in the sun; On each side, like pennons wide, His sails of white sea-mist Dripped with silver rain; But where he passed there were cast Eastward from Campobello Sir Humphrey Gilbert sailed; Three days or more seaward he bore, Then, alas! the land-wind failed. Alas! the land-wind failed, And ice-cold grew the night; He sat upon the deck, The Book was in his hand; "Do not fear! Heaven is as near," He said, "by water as by land!" |