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Ballads of Lost Haven_ A Book of the Sea

Ballads of Lost Haven_ A Book of the Sea
Author: Carman Bliss
Title: Ballads of Lost Haven_ A Book of the Sea
Release Date: 2006-04-27
Type book: Text
Copyright Status: Public domain in the USA.
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Ballads of Lost Haven

A Book of the Sea


By Bliss Carman

Author of Low Tide on Grand Pré, Behind the Arras, Songs fromVagabondia, &c.


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Lamson, Wolffe and Company

Boston, New York and London
MDCCCXCVII


Copyright, 1897


by Lamson, Wolffe and Company

All rights reserved

 

Norwood Press
J. S. Cushing & Co.—Berwick & Smith
Norwood Mass. U.S.A.


[Pg 5]

Contents


[Pg 7]

A SON OF THE SEA

I was born for deep-sea faring;
I was bred to put to sea;
Stories of my father's daring
Filled me at my mother's knee.
I was sired among the surges;
I was cubbed beside the foam;
All my heart is in its verges,
And the sea wind is my home.
All my boyhood, from far vernal
Bourns of being, came to me
Dream-like, plangent, and eternal
Memories of the plunging sea.

[Pg 8]

THE GRAVEDIGGER

Oh, the shambling sea is a sexton old,
And well his work is done.
With an equal grave for lord and knave,
He buries them every one.
Then hoy and rip, with a rolling hip,
He makes for the nearest shore;
And God, who sent him a thousand ship,
Will send him a thousand more;
But some he'll save for a bleaching grave,
And shoulder them in to shore,—
Shoulder them in, shoulder them in,
Shoulder them in to shore.

[Pg 9]

Oh, the ships of Greece and the ships of Tyre
Went out, and where are they?
In the port they made, they are delayed
With the ships of yesterday.
He followed the ships of England far,
As the ships of long ago;
And the ships of France they led him a dance,
But he laid them all arow.
Oh, a loafing, idle lubber to him
Is the sexton of the town;
For sure and swift, with a guiding lift,
He shovels the dead men down.
But though he delves so fierce and grim,
His honest graves are wide,
As well they know who sleep below
The dredge of the deepest tide.

[Pg 10]

Oh, he works with a rollicking stave at lip,
And loud is the chorus skirled;
With the burly rote of his rumbling throat
He batters it down the world.
He learned it once in his father's house,
Where the ballads of eld were sung;
And merry enough is the burden rough,
But no man knows the tongue.
Oh, fair, they say, was his bride to see,
And wilful she must have been,
That she could bide at his gruesome side
When the first red dawn came in.
And sweet, they say, is her kiss to those
She greets to his border home;
And softer than sleep her hand's first sweep
That beckons, and they come.

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Oh, crooked is he, but strong enough
To handle the tallest mast;
From the royal barque to the slaver dark,
He buries them all at last.
Then hoy and rip, with a rolling hip,
He makes for the nearest shore;
And God, who sent him a thousand ship,
Will send him a thousand more;
But some he'll save for a bleaching grave,
And shoulder them in to shore,—
Shoulder them in, shoulder them in,
Shoulder them in to shore.

[Pg 12]

THE YULE GUEST

And Yanna by the yule log
Sat in the empty hall,
And watched the goblin firelight
Caper upon the wall:
The goblins of the hearthstone,
Who teach the wind to sing,
Who dance the frozen yule away
And usher back the spring;
The goblins of the Northland,
Who teach the gulls to scream,
Who dance the autumn into dust,
The ages into dream.

[Pg 13]

Like the tall corn was Yanna,
Bending and smooth and fair,—
His Yanna of the sea-gray eyes
And harvest-yellow hair.
Child of the low-voiced people
Who dwell among the hills,
She had the lonely calm and poise
Of life that waits and wills.
Only to-night a little
With grave regard she smiled,
Remembering the morn she woke
And ceased to be a child.
Outside, the ghostly rampikes,
Those armies of the moon,
Stood while the ranks of stars drew on
To that more spacious noon,—

[Pg 14]

While over them in silence
Waved on the dusk afar
The gold flags of the Northern light
Streaming with ancient war.
And when below the headland
The riders of the foam
Up from the misty border rode
The wild gray horses home,
And woke the wintry mountains
With thunder on the shore,
Out of the night there came a weird
And cried at Yanna's door.
"O Yanna, Adrianna,
They buried me away
In the blue fathoms of the deep,
Beyond the outer bay.

[Pg 15]

"But in the yule, O Yanna,
Up from the round dim sea
And reeling dungeons of the fog,
I am come back to thee!"
The wind slept in the forest,
The moon was white and high,
Only the shifting snow awoke
To hear the yule guest cry.
"O Yanna, Yanna, Yanna,
Be quick and let me in!
For bitter is the trackless way
And far that I have been!"
Then Yanna by the yule log
Starts from her dream to hear
A voice that bids her brooding heart
Shudder with joy and fear.

[Pg 16]

The wind is up a moment
And whistles at the eaves,
And in his troubled iron dream
The ocean moans and heaves.
She trembles at the door-lock
That he is come again,
And frees the wooden bolt for one
No barrier could detain.
"O Garvin, bonny Garvin,
So late, so late you come!"
The yule log crumbles down and throws
Strange figures on the gloom;
But in the moonlight pouring
Through the half-open door
Stands the gray guest of yule and casts
No shadow on the floor.

[Pg 17]

The change that is upon him
She knows not in her haste;
About him her strong arms with glad
Impetuous tears are laced.
She's led him to the fireside,
And set the wide oak chair,
And with her warm hands brushed away
The sea-rime from his hair.
"O Garvin, I have waited,—
Have watched the red sun sink,
And clouds of sail come flocking in
Over the world's gray brink,
"With stories of encounter
On plank and mast and spar;
But never the brave barque I launched
And waved across the bar.

[Pg 18]

"How come you so unsignalled,
When I have watched so well?
Where rides the Adrianna
With my name on boat and bell?"
"O Yanna, golden Yanna,
The Adrianna lies
With the sea dredging through her ports,
The white sand through her eyes.
"And strange unearthly creatures
Make marvel of her hull,
Where far below the gulfs of storm
There is eternal lull.
"O Yanna, Adrianna,
This midnight I am here,
Because one night of all my life
At yule tide of the year,

[Pg 19]

"With the stars white in heaven,
And peace upon the sea,
With all my world in your white arms
You gave yourself to me.
"For that one night, my Yanna,
Within the dying year,
Was it not well to love, and now
Can it be well to fear?"
"O Garvin, there is heartache
In tales that are half told;
But ah, thy cheek is pale to-night,
And thy poor hands are cold!
"Tell me the course, the voyage,
The ports, and the new stars;
Did the long rollers make green surf
On the white reefs and bars?"

[Pg 20]

"O Yanna, Adrianna,
Though easily I found
The set of those uncharted tides
In seas no line could sound,
"And made without a pilot
The port without a light,
No log keeps tally of the knots
That I have sailed to-night.
"It fell about mid-April;
The Trades were holding free;
We drove her till the scuppers hissed
And buried in the lee.

"O Yanna, Adrianna,
Loose hands and let me go!
The night grows red along the East,
And in the shifting snow

[Pg 21]

"I hear my shipmates calling,
Sent out to search for me
In the pale lands beneath the moon
Along the troubling sea."
"O Garvin, bonny Garvin,
What is the booming sound
Of canvas, and the piping shrill,
As when a ship comes round?"
"It is the shadow boatswain
Piping his hands to bend
The looming sails on giant yards
Aboard the Nomansfriend.
"She sails for Sunken Harbor
And ports of yester year;
The tern are shrilling in the lift,
The low wind-gates are clear.

[Pg 22]

"O Yanna, Adrianna,
The little while is done.
Thou wilt behold the brightening sea
Freshen before the sun,
"And many a morning redden
The dark hill slopes of pine;
But I must sail hull-down to-night
Below the gray sea-line.
"I shall not hear the snowbirds
Their morning litany,
For when the dawn comes over dale
I must put out to sea."
"O Garvin, bonny Garvin,
To have thee as I will,
I would that never more on earth
The dawn came over hill."

[Pg 23]


Then on the snowy pillow,
Her hair about her face,
He laid her in the quiet room,
And wiped away all trace
Of tears from the poor eyelids
That were so sad for him,
And soothed her into sleep at last
As the great stars grew dim.
Tender as April twilight
He sang, and the song grew
Vague as the dreams which roam about
This world of dust and dew:
"O Yanna, Adrianna,
Dear Love, look forth to sea
And all year long until the yule,
Dear Heart, keep watch for me!

[Pg 24]

"O Yanna, Adrianna,
I hear the calling sea,
And the folk telling tales among
The hills where I would be.
"O Yanna, Adrianna,
Over the hills of sea
The wind calls and the morning comes,
And I must forth from thee.
"But Yanna, Adrianna,
Keep watch above the sea;
And when the weary time is o'er,
Dear Life, come back to me!"
"O Garvin, bonny Garvin—"
She murmurs in her dream,
And smiles a moment in her sleep
To hear the white gulls scream.

[Pg 25]

Then with the storm foreboding
Far in the dim gray South,
He kissed her not upon the cheek
Nor on the burning mouth,
But once above the forehead
Before he turned away;
And ere the morning light stole in,
That golden lock was gray.
"O Yanna, Adrianna—"
The wind moans to the sea;
And down the sluices of the dawn
A shadow drifts alee.

[Pg 26]

THE MARRING OF MALYN

I

THE MERRYMAKERS

Among the wintry mountains beside the Northern sea
There is a merrymaking, as old as old can be.
Over the river reaches, over the wastes of snow,
Halting at every doorway, the white drifts come and go.
They scour upon the open, and mass along the wood,
The burliest invaders that ever man withstood.

[Pg 27]

With swoop and whirl and scurry, these riders of the drift
Will mount and wheel and column, and pass into the lift.
All night upon the marshes you hear their tread go by,
And all night long the streamers are dancing on the sky.
Their light in Malyn's chamber is pale upon the floor,
And Malyn of the mountains is theirs for evermore.
She fancies them a people in saffron and in green,
Dancing for her. For Malyn is only seventeen.
Out there beyond her window, from frosty deep to deep,
Her heart is dancing with them until she falls asleep.
Then all night long through heaven, with stately to and fro,
To music of no measure, the gorgeous dancers go.

[Pg 28]

The stars are great and splendid, beryl and gold and blue,
And there are dreams for Malyn that never will come true.
Yet for one golden Yule-tide their royal guest is she,
Among the wintry mountains beside the Northern sea.

[Pg 29]

II

A SAILOR'S WEDDING

There is a Norland laddie who sails the round sea-rim,
And Malyn of the mountains is all the world to him.
The Master of the Snowflake, bound upward from the line,
He smothers her with canvas along the crumbling brine.
He crowds her till she buries and shudders from his hand,
For in the angry sunset the watch has sighted land;
And he will brook no gainsay who goes to meet his bride.
But their will is the wind's will who traffic on the tide.
Make home, my bonny schooner! The sun goes down to light
The gusty crimson wind-halls against the wedding night.

[Pg 30]

She gathers up the distance, and grows and veers and swings,
Like any homing swallow with nightfall in her wings.
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