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An echo return'd on the cold gray morn,
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,
The tears gush'd forth which he strove to check;
To the halls where my love lay dying!”
THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS.
IT was the schooner Hesperus,
That sailed the wintry sea;
And the skipper had taken his little daughter
Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax,
Her cheeks like the dawn of day,
And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds,
The skipper he stood beside the helm,
And he watched how the veering flaw did blow
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,
The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe,
Colder and louder blew the wind,
And the billows frothed like yeast.
Down came the storm, and smote amain
She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed,
"Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so;
For I can weather the roughest gale
He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat
He cut a rope from a broken spar,
O father! I hear the church-bells ring, say, what may 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,
“O father! I see a gleaming light,
But the father answered never a word,
Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,
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 she thought of Christ, who stilled the
On the Lake of Galilee.
And fast through the midnight dark and drear, Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept
And ever the fitful gusts between
The breakers were right beneath her bows,
And a whooping billow swept the crew
She struck where the white and fleecy waves
But the cruel rocks, they gored her side
Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice,
At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach,
To see the form of a maiden fair,
The salt sea was frozen on her breast,
And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed,
Such was the wreck of the Hesperus,
HENRY WADSWORTH LONgfellow.
LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER.
"Now, who be ye would cross Loch Gyle,
And this-Lord Ullin's daughter.
And fast before her father's men,
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,