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An echo return'd on the cold gray morn,
Like the breath of a spirit sighing. The castle portal stood grimly wide; None welcomed the king from that weary ride; For dead, in the light of the dawning day, The pale sweet form of the welcomer lay,
Who had yearn'd for his voice while dying!
The panting steed, with a drooping crest,
The king return’d from her chamber of rest,
And, that dumb companion eying,
To the halls where my love lay dying !"
THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS.
It was the schooner Hesperus,
That sailed the wintry sea;
To bear him company.
Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax,
Her cheeks like the dawn of day,
That ope in the month of May.
The skipper he stood beside the helm,
His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow
The smoke now West, now South.
Then up and spake an old Sailor,
Had sailed to the Spanish Main : "I pray thee, put into yonder port,
For I fear a hurricane.
“Last night, the moon had a golden ring,
And to-night no moon we see !"
And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Colder and louder blew the wind,
A gale from the Northeast,
And the billows frothed like yeast.
Down came the storm, and smote amain
The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed,
Then leaped her cable's length.
"Come hither! come hither!
my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale
That ever wind did blow.”
He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat
Against the stinging blast;
He cut a rope from a broken
spar, And bound her to the mast.
“O father! I hear the church-bells ring, 0
it be?” “ 'Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast !”—
And he steered for the open sea.
“O father! I hear the sound of guns,
In such an angry sea !”
“O father! I see a gleaming light,
A frozen corpse was he.
Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,
With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming
On his fixed and glassy eyes.
Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed
That saved she might be;
And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept
Towards the reef of Norman's Woe.
And ever the fitful gusts between
A sound came from the land;
On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.
The breakers were right beneath her bows,
She drifted a dreary wreck,
Like icicles from her deck.
She struck where the white and fleecy waves
Look soft as carded wool,
Like the horns of an angry bull.
Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice,
With the masts went by the board ;
Ho! ho! the breakers roared !
At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach,
A fisherman stood aghast,
Lashed close to a drifting mast.
The salt sea was frozen on her breast,
The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed,
On the billows fall and rise.
Such was the wreck of the Hesperus,
In the midnight and the snow !
On the reef of Norman's Woe!
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW,
LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER.
A CHIEFTAIN to the Highlands bound,
Cries, “ Boatman, do not tarry! And I'll give thee a silver pound
To row us o'er the ferry.”
“Now, who be ye would cross Loch Gyle,
This dark and stormy water? Oh! I'm the chief of Ulva's isle,
And this—Lord Ullin's daughter.
And fast before her father's men,
Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen,
My blood would stain the heather.
“ His horsemen hard behind us ride ;
Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride
When they have slain her lover?”.
Out spake the hardy Highland wight,
“ I'll go, my chief—I'm ready : It is not for your silver bright,
But for your winsome lady: