They sit there in the shadow and shine Of the flickering fire of the winter night; Figures in colour and design Like those by Rembrandt of the Rhine, And they talk of ventures lost or won, Restless at times, with heavy strides Voices mysterious far and near, Sound of the wind and sound of the sea, Are calling and whispering in his ear, So he thinks he shall take to the sea again For one more cruise with his buccaneers, To singe the beard of the King of Spain, And capture another Dean of Jaen, And sell him in Algiers. H. W. LONGFELLOW. Sea Memories Often I think of the beautiful town "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I can see the shadowy lines of its trees, I And the burden of that old song, It murmurs and whispers still: "A boy's will is the wind's will And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the black wharves and the slips, And the Spanish sailors with bearded lips, And the voice of that wayward song "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." H. W. LONGFELLOW. I 1 Hesperides: the fabulous "Isles of the Blest" in far western seas. The Sea Gypsy I am fever'd with the sunset, There's a schooner in the offing, I must forth again to-morrow! Hull down on the trail of rapture In the wonder of the Sea. RICHARD HOVEY. The Greenwich Pensioner 'Twas in the good ship Rover, I sailed the world all round, At length in England landed, And went to sea again, And went to sea again. That time bound straight for Portugal, A gale blew off the shore; Till, saved from Davy's locker, We put to sea again, We put to sea again. Next sailing in a frigate |