THE STORMY PETREL. A THOUSAND miles from land are we, And the hull which all earthly strength disdains- From the base of the wave to the billow's crown, The stormy petrel finds a home; A home-if such a place can be For her who lives on the wide, wide sea, On the craggy ice, in the frozen air, And only seeking her rocky lair To breed her young, and teach them to spring At once o'er the waves on their stormy wing! O'er the deep, o'er the deep !— Where the whale and the shark and the swordfish sleep! Outflying the blast and the driving rain, The petrel telleth her tale in vain; For the mariner curseth the warning bird, B. W. PROCTER. "HAST THOU HEARD OF A SHELL?" HAST thou heard of a shell on the margin of ocean?Whose pearly recesses the echoes still keep, Of the music it caught, when, with tremulous motion, It joined in the concert pour'd forth by the deep. Have fables not told us, when far inland carried To the waste sandy desert and dark ivied-cave, In its musical chambers some murmurs have tarried, Which it learn'd long before of the wind and the wave? BERNARD BARTON.1 "THE WHITE SEA-GULL." THE white sea-gull, the wild sea-gull !— A joyful bird is he, As he lies like a cradled thing at rest As the fisher's boat, with breeze and tide, The ship, with her fair sails set, goes by; How the sea-gull sits on the rocking waves, The sea is fresh, and the sea is fair, And the sky calm overhead; And the sea-gull lies on the deep, deep sea, MARY HOWITT.2 "BUT I HAVE SINUOUS SHELLS." BUT I have sinuous shells of pearly hue And murmurs, as the ocean murmurs there. 1 "The Quaker Poet," born at Carlisle, Jan. 31, 1784, and died at Woodbridge, Suffolk, February 9, 1849. Nearly the whole of his working life was spent in Alexander's Bank, Woodbridge. Fitzgerald was a neighbour of his, and married his daughter Lucy. The main characteristics of his verse are fine feeling, beautiful fancy, and that didactic morality from which no minor poetry of his time was free. 2 A contemporary of Bernard Barton, and, like him, a member of the Society of Friends-as was her husband, until he and she left it. They were known as William and Mary Howitt, and did some commendable literary work together. "I HAVE SEEN A CURIOUS CHILD." I HAVE seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract WORDSWORTH. THE SEA-DIVER. My way is on the bright blue sea, The bright arch of the splendid deep They rested by the coral throne, Where the pale sea-grape had o'ergrown At night, upon my storm-drenched wing, And when the wind and storm had done, I saw the pomp of day depart, The cloud resign its golden crown, The sailor's wasted corse went down. TO A SEA-BIRD. LONGFELLOW. SAUNTERING hither on listless wings, Little thou hast, old friend, that's new; I on the shore, and thou on the sea. I on the shore, and thou on the sea. Lazily rocking on Ocean's breast, Something in common, old friend, have we; Thou on the shingle seek'st thy nest, I on the shore, and thou on the sea. BRET HARte. THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS. THIS is a ship of pearl, which, poets feign, The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare,- Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. |