Ballads of Lost Haven: A Book of the Sea

Ballads of Lost Haven: A Book of the Sea

Title: Ballads of Lost Haven Subtitle: A Book of the Sea Author: Bliss Carman Release Date: April 27, 2006 [EBook #18268] Language: English Credits: Produced by Thierry Alberto, Martin Pettit and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by the Canadian Institute for Historical Microreproductions (www.canadiana.org)) A Son of the Sea The Gravedigger The Yule Guest The Marring of Malyn The Nancy's Pride Arnold, Master of the Scud The Ships of St. John The King of Ys The Kelpie Riders Noons of Poppy Legends of Lost Haven The Shadow Boatswain The Master of The Isles The Last Watch Outbound I was born for deep-sea faring; I was bred to put to sea; Stories of my father's daring Filled me at my mother's knee. I was sired among the surges; I was cubbed beside the foam; All my heart is in its verges, And the sea wind is my home. All my boyhood, from far vernal Bourns of being, came to me Dream-like, plangent, and eternal Memories of the plunging sea. Oh, the shambling sea is a sexton old, And well his work is done. With an equal grave for lord and knave, He buries them every one. Then hoy and rip, with a rolling hip, He makes for the nearest shore; And God, who sent him a thousand ship, Will send him a thousand more; But some he'll save for a bleaching grave, And shoulder them in to shore, Shoulder them in, shoulder them in, Shoulder them in to shore. [Pg 9] Oh, the ships of Greece and the ships of Tyre Went out, and where are they? In the port they made, they are delayed With the ships of yesterday. He followed the ships of England far, As the ships of long ago; And the ships of France they led him a dance, But he laid them all arow. Oh, a loafing, idle lubber to him Is the sexton of the town; For sure and swift, with a guiding lift, He shovels the dead men down. But though he delves so fierce and grim, His honest graves are wide, As well they know who sleep below The dredge of the deepest tide. [Pg 10] Oh, he works with a rollicking stave at lip, And loud is the chorus skirled; With the burly rote of his rumbling throat He batters it down the world. He learned it once in his father's house, Where the ballads of eld were sung; And merry enough is the burden rough, But no man knows the tongue. Oh, fair, they say, was his bride to see, And wilful she must have been, That she could bide at his gruesome side When the first red dawn came in. And sweet, they say, is her kiss to those She greets to his border home; And softer than sleep her hand's first sweep That beckons, and they come. [Pg 11] Oh, crooked is he, but strong enough To handle the tallest mast; From the royal barque to the slaver dark, He buries them all at last. Then hoy and rip, with a rolling hip, He makes for the nearest shore; And God, who sent him a thousand ship, Will send him a thousand more; But some he'll save for a bleaching grave, And shoulder them in to shore, Shoulder them in, shoulder them in, Shoulder them in to shore. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

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Ebook Number: 18268
Author: Carman, Bliss
Release Date: Apr 27, 2006
Format: eBook
Language: English