"Are you mad, you Malouins? Are you cowards, fools, or rogues? Talk to me of rocks and shoals, me who took the soundings, tell On my fingers every bank, every shallow, every swell, 'Twixt the offing here and Grève where the river disembogues? Are you bought by English gold? Is it love the lying's for? Morn and eve, night and day, Have I piloted your bay, 50 Entered free and anchored fast at the foot of Solidor. Burn the fleet and ruin France? That were worse than fifty Hogues! Sirs, they know I speak the truth! Sirs, believe me there's a way! Only let me lead the line, Have the biggest ship to steer, Get this Formidable' clear, Make the others follow mine, 55 And I lead them, most and least, by a passage I know well, Right to Solidor past Grève, And there lay them safe and sound; And if one ship misbehave, Keel so much as grate the ground, 60 Why, I've nothing but my life, here's my head!" cries Hervé Riel. 65 Take the helm, lead the line, save the squadron!" cried its chief. Captains, give the sailor place! He is Admiral, in brief. Still the north-wind, by God's grace! See the noble fellow's face As the big ship, with a bound, Clears the entry like a hound, 70 Keeps the passage as its inch of way were the wide sea's profound! See, safe through shoal and rock, How they follow in a flock, 75 Not a ship that misbehaves, not a keel that grates the ground, Not a spar that comes to grief! The peril, see, is past, All are harbored to the last, And just as Hervé Riel hollas "Anchor!" as fate, Up the English come too late! VIII So, the storm subsides to calm: They see the green trees wave On the heights o'erlooking Grève. Hearts that bled are stanched with balm. "Just our rapture to enhance, Let the English rake the bay, Gnash their teeth and glare askance As they cannonade away! 'Neath rampired Solidor pleasant riding on the Rance!" How hope succeeds despair on each Captain's coun tenance! Out burst all with one accord, "This is Paradise for Hell! Let France, let France's King Thank the man that did the thing!" What a shout, and all one word, "Hervé Riel!" As he stepped in front once more, IX Then said Damfreville, "My friend, Though I find the speaking hard. France remains your debtor still. 105 110 Ask to heart's content and have! or my name's not Damfreville." X Then a beam of fun outbroke 115 174 Since on board the duty's done, And from Malo Roads to Croisic Point, what is it but a run? Since 'tis ask and have, I may · Since the others go ashore Come! A good whole holiday! 120 Leave to go and see my wife, whom I call the Belle Aurore!" That he asked and that he got, ΧΙ Name and deed alike are lost: Not a pillar nor a post In his Croisic keeps alive the feat as it befell; Not a head in white and black On a single fishing smack, 130 In memory of the man but for whom had gone to wrack All that France saved from the fight whence Eng land bore the bell. Go to Paris: rank on rank Search the heroes flung pell-mell On the Louvre, face and flank! 135 You shall look long enough ere you come to Hervé Riel. So, for better and for worse, In my verse, Hervé Riel, do thou once more Save the squadron, honor France, love thy wife the Belle Aurore! 140 DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE WHITE SHIP HENRY I° OF ENGLAND 25th Nov., 1120 By none but me can the tale be told, King Henry held it as life's whole gain 'Twas so in my youth I heard men say, King Henry of England's realm was he, The times had changed when on either coast Of ruthless strokes full many an one 5 10 15 He had struck to crown himself and his son; And when to the chase his court would crowd, 20 |