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For the stateliest bunding man can raise
Creeping on, where Time has been,
THE HIGH TIDE ON THE COAST OF
The old mayor climb’d the belfry tower,
The ringers rang by two, by three ; “ Pull, if ye never pull'd before ;
Good ringers, pull your best,” quoth he. “Play uppe, play uppe, O Boston bells ! Ply all your changes, all your swells,
Play uppe, ‘The Brides of Enderby.''
Men say it was a stolen tyde
The Lord that sent it, He knows all ;
that the bells let fall : And there was naught of strange, beside The flights of mews and peewits pied
By millions crouched on the old sea wall.
I sat and spun within the doore,
My thread brake off, I raised myne eyes ;
like ruddy ore,
“Cusha! Cusha! Cusha !" calling, Ere the early dews were falling, Farre away I heard her song.
Cusha! Cusha !” all along ;
Faintly came her milking-song
Cusha! Cusha ! Cusha !" calling,
head ; Come uppe Whitefoot, come uppe Lightfoot, Come uppe Jetty, rise and follow,
Jetty, to the milking-shed."
If it be long, ay, long ago,
When I beginne to think howe long,
Swift as an arrowe sharpe and strong ;
Alle fresh the level pasture lay,
And not a shadowe mote be seene, Save where full fyve good miles away
The steeple towered from out the greene; And lo! the great bell farre and wide Was heard in all the country side That Saturday at eventide.
The swanherds where their sedges are
Moved on in sunset's golden breath,
And my sonne's wife, Elizabeth;
Then some looked uppe into the sky,
And all along where Lindis flows To where the goodly vessels lie,
And where the lordly steeple shows. They sayde, “And why should this thing be? What danger lowers by land or sea ? They ring the tune of Enderby!
“For evil news from Mablethorpe,
Of pyrate galleys warping down; For shippes ashore beyond the scorpe,
They have not spared to wake the towne: But while the west bin red to see, And storms be none, and pyrates flee, Why ring · The Brides of Enderby'?"
I looked without, and lo! my sonne
Came riding down with might and main ; He raised a shout as he drew on,
Till all the welkin rang again, “ Elizabeth! Elizabeth!” (A sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth.)
“ The old sea wall (he cried) is downe,
The rising tide comes on apace, And boats adrift in yonder towne
Go sailing uppe the market-place." He shook as one that looks on death : “God save you, mother !” straight he saith “Where is my wife, Elizabeth ?”
“Good sonne, where Lindis winds her way,
With her two bairns I mark'd her long, And ere yon bells beganne to play
Afar I heard her milking song.”
With that he cried and beat his breast;
For, lo! along the river's bed
And uppe the Lindis raging sped.