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Longfellow
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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It was the schooner Hesperus That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughtèr To bear him company Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax Her cheeks like the dawn of day And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds That ope in the month of May The skipper he stood beside the helm His pipe was in his mouth And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South Then up and spakе an old Sailòr Had sailed to the Spanish Main "I pray thee, put into yonder port For I fеar a hurricane "Last night, the moon had a golden ring And to-night no moon we see!" The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe And a scornful laugh laughed he Colder and louder blew the wind A gale from the Northeast The snow fell hissing in the brine And the billows frothed like yeast Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed Then leaped her cable's length "Come hither! come hither! my little daughter And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow." He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat Against the stinging blast; He cut a rope from a broken spar And bound her to the mast "O father! I hear the church-bells ring Oh say, what may it be?" "'T is a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!" — And he steered for the open sea "O father! I hear the sound of guns Oh say, what may it be?" "Some ship in distress, that cannot live In such an angry sea!" "O father! I see a gleaming light Oh say, what may it be?" But the father answered never a word A frozen corpse was he Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark With his face turned to the skies The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and gla**y eyes Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave On the Lake of Galilee And fast through the midnight dark and drear Through the whistling sleet and snow Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept Tow'rds the reef of Norman's Woe And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf On the rocks and the hard sea-sand The breakers were right beneath her bows She drifted a dreary wreck And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice With the masts went by the board; Like a vessel of gla**, she stove and sank Ho! ho! the breakers roared! At daylight, on the bleak sea-beach A fisherman stood aghast To see the form of a maiden fair Lashed close to a drifting mast The salt sea was frozen on her breast The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed On the billows fall and rise Such was the wreck of the Hesperus In the midnight and the snow! Christ save us all from a death like this On the reef of Norman's Woe!
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