Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
Robert Stephen Hawker 180475Mawgan of Melhuach
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Men shudder’d to hear the rolling tide:
The wreckers fled fast from the awful shore,
They had heard strange voices amid the roar.
“Will he never come? we shall lose the tide:
His berth is trim and his cabin stor’d,
He ’s a weary long time coming on board.”
He knew the words that the voices said;
Wildly he shriek’d as his eyes grew dim,
“He was dead! he was dead! when I buried him.”
“He was nimbler once with a ship on shore;
Come! come! old man, ’t is a vain delay,
We must make the offing by break of day.”
With a stormy pang old Mawgan past,
And away, away, beneath their sight,
Gleam’d the red sail at pitch of night.