The Wreck of the Hesperus [Henry Wadsworth Longfellow]-Kenneth Williams

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The Wreck of the Hesperus - Kenneth Williams
It was the schooner Hesperus
That sailed the wintry sea
And the skipper had taken his little daughter
To bear him company
Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax
Her cheeks like the dawn of day
And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds
That open in the month of May
The skipper he stood beside the helm
His pipe was in his mouth
And watched how the veering flaw did blow
The smoke now West now South
Then up and spake an old Sailor
Had sailed the Spanish Main
I pray thee put into yonder port
For I fear a hurricane
Last night the moon had a golden ring
And tonight no moon we see
The skipper he blew a whiff from his pipe
And a scornful laugh laughed he
Colder and louder blew the wind
A gale from the North-east
The snow fell hissing in the brine
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
Of father I hear the church-bells ring
Of say what may it be
'Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast
And he steered for the open sea
Of father I hear the sound of guns
Of say what may it be
Some ship in distress that cannot live
In such an angry sea
Of father I see a gleaming light
Of say what may it be
But the father answered never a word
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 snow
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 wave
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
Towards the reef of Norman's Woe
And ever the fitful gusts between
A sound came from the land
It was the sound of the trampling surf
On the rocks and the hard sea-sand
The breakers were right beneath her bows
She drifted a dreary wreck
And a whooping billow swept the crew
Like icicles from her deck
She struck where the white and fleecy waves
Looked soft as carded wool
But the cruel rocks they gored her sides
Like the horns of an angry bull
Her rattling shrouds all sheathed in ice
With the masts went by the board
Like a vessel of glass she stove and sank
Ho ho the breakers roared
At daybreak on the bleak sea-beach
A fisherman stood aghast
To see the form of a maiden fair
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 seaweed
On the billows fall and rise
Such was the wreck of the Hesperus
In the midnight and the snow
Christ save us all from a death like this
On the reef of Norman's Woe