Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower,

And they trimmed the lamps as the sun went down; They looked at the squall, and they looked at the 10 shower,

And the night-rack came rolling up ragged and brown.

But men must work, and women must weep,
Though storms be sudden, and waters deep,
And the harbor bar be moaning.

Three corpses lay out on the shining sands

In the morning gleam as the tide went down, And the women are weeping and wringing their hands For those who will never come home to the town; For men must work, and women must weep, And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep; And good-by to the bar and its moaning.

GLOSSARY. Squall; night-rack.

STUDY. All the details of a great tragedy are suggested to the

thoughtful reader. Give the three successive pictures in the
poem, and try to read the feelings of the fishermen and their
wives. Why did the men go to sea when a storm was
threatening? What part did the women take in the work?
How do the last three lines of each stanza help answer this
question? Such repetitions are called "burdens'
"refrains"; what purpose do they serve? Do you like the
music of the language?

O pilot! 't is a fearful night,
There's danger on the deep.

T. H. BAYLY.

or

GLOSSARY. Bedight; Eldorado; pilgrim; Mountains of the Moon; Valley of the Shadow.

STUDY. Contrast the appearance of the knight at the beginning and at the end of his search. What change had taken place in his way of looking at things? To what are these changes due? Does this poem suggest that ideals are easy of accomplishment? What hope, if any, is held out?

IN BAY STREET

BLISS CARMAN

"What do you sell, John Camplejohn,
In Bay Street by the sea?"
"Oh, turtle shell is what I sell,
In great variety:

"Trinkets and combs and rosaries,

All keepsakes from the sea;

'Tis choose and buy what takes the eye,
In such a treasury."

""Tis none of these, John Camplejohn,

Though curious they be,

But something more I'm looking for,

In Bay Street by the sea.

"Where can I buy the magic charm

Of the Bahaman sea,

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That fills mankind with peace of mind

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And soul's felicity?

"Now, what do you sell, John Camplejohn,
In Bay Street by the sea,

Tinged with that true and native blue
Of lapis lazuli?

"Look from your door, and tell me now
The color of the sea.

Where can I buy that wondrous dye,
And take it home with me?

"And where can I buy that rustling sound,
In this city by the sea,

Of the plumy palms in their high blue calms;
Or the stately poise and free

"Of the bearers who go up and down,

Silent as mystery,

Burden on head, with naked tread,
In the white streets by the sea?

"And where can I buy, John Camplejohn,
In Bay Street by the sea,

The sunlight's fall on the old pink wall,
Or the gold of the orange tree?”

"Ah, that is more than I've heard tell
In Bay Street by the sea,

Since I began, my roving man,
A trafficker to be.

"As sure as I'm John Camplejohn,
And Bay Street's by the sea,