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Monthly Archives: January 2007
How the red bells rang As I neared the Chaos-shore! As I flew across to the end of the West The young bells rang and rang Above the Chaos roar, And the Wings of the Morning Beat in tune And … Continue reading
My way is on the bright blue sea, My sleep upon its rocking tide; And many an eye has followed me Where billows clasp the worn seaside. My plumage bears the crimson blush, When ocean by the sun is kissed! When fades the evening’s purple flush, My dark wing cleaves the silver mist. Full many a fathom down beneath The bright arch of the splendid deep My ear has heard the sea-shell breathe O’er living myriads in their sleep. They rested by the coral throne, And by the pearly diadem; Where the pale sea-grape had o’ergrown The glorious dwellings made for them. At night upon my storm-drench’d wing, I poised above a helmless bark, And soon I saw the shattered thing Had passed away and left no mark. And when the wind and storm were done, a ship, that had rode out the gale, Sunk down, without a signal-gun, And none was left to tell the tale. I saw the pomp of day depart – The cloud resign its golden crown, When to the ocean’s beating heart The sailor’s wasted corse went down. Peace be to those whose graves are made Beneath the bright and silver sea! Peace – that their relics there were laid With no vain pride and pageantry. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ‘The Sea-Diver’ (18??)
Pearl-diver in the Persian Gulf, from The Youngfolk’s Book of Invention (1926), by T.C. Bridges