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… flowing tide I see a Spanish galleon take the bay So come my dreams upon my soul a- ride , As waves are ridden by the tossing spray . O sea , O mountains , make my song to be Mist of the mountains , foam of the sea . The sea grows leaden as the sun goes down , The mountains shudder forth their breath in mist , But the highest hill - crest wears a golden crown , So crowned are men who to their dreams may list . O sea , O mountains , make my song to be Mist of the mountains , foam of the sea . O western hills , the cradle of my race , Ye mountai…
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John Presland . Till this creature of the sea At the last became Human , in her misery, Joy and pride and shame . With a word he left her there ; “ Woman that you are , Mystery attracts us men Draws us from afar. Sea -nymph as you were, a thing Intangible , unknown , Like the light the sunbeams fling , Where the spray is blown . Sea -nymph have you ceased to be, Forfeited the whole Of that moonlight poetry Cherished by man 's soul . Still we seek the dim ideal As the moth the star , How for women can we feel That our seekings bar ? " Where the …
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…your coat and come to my boat, 1 And I 'll row you away with me Till the land and the day are both far away And the night looks over the sea ; And the dim moonlight will show you a sight That only at night can be The lights that glow and glitter below When the dark is over the sea. And I shall row where the moonbeams throw A streak across the sea , And we'll follow the streak on the waters bleak To see what the end may be ; For it may be the home where the dreams come from , Or it may be a dead city , Or a great rock wall , or nothing at all Bu…
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Norman Davey . And through all the Empyrean - over all the sapphire sea - an Echo of that tearful paean wails its everlasting plea Ever calling , ever crying of those countless vessels lying , Burdened with their dead and dying - prisoned in a pallid sea .
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…y , Stand stark , and silence fills The empty , useless day , Silent , save for rain , Dead , save for pain . And the weary , changeless sea With spiritless white foam Lies level as a lea Under the empty dome : No life on sea or earth ; A cold , slow dearth . But the swallows cry in the rain , And a gull that floats on the sea , Cries out and cries out again , In listless monotony . And the wind cries and cries , And never dies . 153
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…om the threads of pain I weave , until the veil be drawn . I burn the chaff ,I glean the grain ; In silence I await the dawn . SONG . TO sea ! To sea ! The ship is trim ; The breezes bend the sails . They chant the necromantic hymn , Arouse Arabian tales . To sea ! Before us leap the waves ; The wild white combers follow . Invoke , ye melancholy slaves , The morning of Apollo ! There 's phosphorescence in the wake , And starlight o' er the prow . One comet , like an angry snake , Lifts up its hooded brow . The black grows grey towards the East …
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John Presland . Mortal pain and mortal doubt, Shades of misery , And she turned her round about , Facing from the sea. In his hand her hand she laid , As to land they turned , And her hand of sea -foam made . 'Neath his fingers burned . On they went, then , he and she , Walking towards the East ! And her sisters of the sea Their bewailing ceased . As it paled towards the dawn, From the light they filed ; But she laughed with joy new - born , " Is this life ? ” she said . There was labour of the day , Dust upon her feet , Scorching of the shadel…
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Aelfrida Tillyard . *FOR MY MOTHER 'S JOURNEY. SHALL not see your ship put out to sea , 1 Nor stand to watch its smoke grow less and less , Nor long , in some half - choking words , to bless , And say “ Let winds and waves all kindly be ." But oh, when you leave England on your lea, Know there are tears ' tis folly to repress , And there 's a kind of sudden loneliness That comes to those who watch the coast - line flee . But I was born to see my ships set sail , And sit at home and shiver in the gale . And I was born to see my loved ones go, An…
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NORMAN DAVEY. THE SARGASSO SEA . AGUE , unascertained , untravelled , lies an ocean sea -weed ravelled No charts hold - or ever have held — where that deadly sea may lie; But each day the sad wind sighs on ships , with men and merchandise on , Fading from the far horizon , drifting , drifting down to die . Ever drifting , fleeter , faster – drifting to untold disaster Bearing man and mate and master to irrevocable doom ; Far beyond the farthest traces left of men , to haunted places Helpless in the cold embraces of the drift - weed 's trailing …
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…lleges call their children ; Lakeland fades from the sight . Only the sad slow Cam like a sire with age grown heavy Wearily moves to the sea , to quicken to life at last . Blithelier I depart , to a sea of sunnier kindness ; Hours of waiting are past ; I re - quicken to love .
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Dermot Freyer . * THE BUCCANEER . CIVE me the nectar of your lips, - The bales of splendour in your eyes , And I will leave the deep -sea ships Their meaner merchandise . Give me the red gold of your hair , The ivory of your white hands , And I will sign a truce and swear To pillage no man 's lands. Give me the tempests of your love , The love -dark lightning of your smile , And I will seek no treasure -trove Buried in South Sea isle. The high seas of your heart shall be A new , more splendid Spanish Main ; Thereon will I set sail : for me Not …
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…the god on whom its eyes are set . * THE IRISH POET . M Y eyes are blue with gazing on thy deeps , IV My hair is rippled by thy wind , O sea , My lullaby thy song that never sleeps , As thou art limitless , so am I free . O sea , O mountains , make my song to be Mist of the mountains , foam of the sea . 194
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JOHN PRESLAND . THE BALLAD OF A SEA -NYMPH . HERE the water meets the sands All alone sat she, Wrung her hair with chilly hands That glimmered mistily . Phosphorescent were the drips From her hair she wrung , And like moonlight on her lips Were the words she sung. White she was, as white as foam 'Neath a moonlit sky, And the treasures of her home On her brow did lie . There he found her , he , a man , Wandering by the sea , And desire through him ran Misty white was she . There he wooed her , wooed her long , Till , within her eyes , Where were…
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… through the silent watches In unsightly purple blotches creeps the cold Sargasso weed . “ Oh ! the everlasting screaming of the carrion sea birds teeming Round about the wreckage - gleaming in the sunset galaxy ; Wheeling out in noisy batches from the crazy , gaping hatches Over all the seed - weed patches staining the Sargasso Sea . “ Through the night the moonbeams flash on forms that rise in ghostly fashion , Praying with unearthly passion to the Gods to intercede : Raising in the moonlight glory faces , hideous and hoary ; Wailing the unch…
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…ering in torment endless - doomed by a divine decree : Damned , discredited and daunted — fever-ridden , devil haunted By the screeching seagull taunted down the sad Sargasso Sea . " Muttering and moaning ever dismal tales of lost endeavour , Corpses we may not dissever all our shattered decks impede Staring skulls that shine and shimmer : ghastly skeletons that glimmer, As the western sun sinks dimmer in the rank Sargasso weed . “ Lying in a grave unlettered , wailing what ye have not yet heard ; Wrecked and rotting, foul and fettered ; we who…
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…y breath , I watched the sunken face expand , I watched the life creep back from death , I made him lord of earth and men And ruler over sea and air , Within my heart I loosed again The faint and frozen springs of prayer . II . Now as God waxed so I did wane , For through the dim millennial years Back to the utter source of pain He bore me surfeited with tears . Swift from the present , back through time , Swifter than spears the keen sun throws , He bore and set me in the slime Where our first father - man arose . A hairy beast , with furtive …
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Aleister Crowley . The ship is trim : to sea ! to sea ! Take life in either hand , Crush out its wine for you and me , And drink , and understand . IN MEMORIAM A.J. B. THE life by angels ' touch divinely lifted From our dim space - bounds to a vaster sphere , The spirit , through the vision of clouds rifted , Soars quick and clear . We know the dance that hails the golden pinions The sun waves over an awakening earth ; We know the joy that floods the heart 's dominions At true love 's birth . Even so, the mists that roll o' er earth are riven ,…
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* ENID WELSFORD . “ My grief on the sea , How the waves of it roll ! For they heave between me And the love of my soul !” ( Douglas Hyde . From the Irish ). Look above , look below , look around on every side ! Dank grass , bent trees and nothing else you see , Why talk you then so wildly of the rolling of the tide , The wind that stirs bad weather up , a ship that sails the sea ? Do you see him , do you see him ? He 's standing by the mast . Come back , come back ! Oh will you never hear ? He stands upright , half smiling , with his face towar…
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…r green hoods ; And where the small dog - violets try To hide ashamed from passers by . I have a hope of free wide braes Swept keenly by sea - scented winds , Where , brave and tossed , one often finds Sea pinks ; where gulls upon their ways Go crying in the vault above That there 's no quest like that of Love . I have a hope that I may sit Some distant June , where , slow and clear , Wide - bosomed waters steal between The pollen 'd rushes , sunshine lit; And down the air beneath the trees Comes fragrantly the hum of bees . But most I look the…
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…s and nothing else you see ! He is too young to be alone , I should be at his side And oh that I were there with him beneath the rolling sea . 207