Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882). Complete Poetical Works. 1893.
Birds of PassageFlight the First. The Phantom Ship
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Of the old colonial time,
May be found in prose the legend
That is here set down in rhyme.
And the keen and frosty airs,
That filled her sails at parting,
Were heavy with good men’s prayers.
Thus prayed the old divine—
“To bury our friends in the ocean,
Take them, for they are thine!”
And under his breath said he,
“This ship is so crank and walty,
I fear our grave she will be!”
When the winter months were gone,
Brought no tidings of this vessel
Nor of Master Lamberton.
That the Lord would let them hear
What in his greater wisdom
He had done with friends so dear.
It was in the month of June,
An hour before the sunset
Of a windy afternoon,
A ship was seen below,
And they knew it was Lamberton, Master,
Who sailed so long ago.
Right against the wind that blew,
Until the eye could distinguish
The faces of the crew.
Hanging tangled in the shrouds,
And her sails were loosened and lifted,
And blown away like clouds.
Fell slowly, one by one,
And the hulk dilated and vanished,
As a sea-mist in the sun!
Each said unto his friend,
That this was the mould of their vessel,
And thus her tragic end.
Gave thanks to God in prayer,
That, to quiet their troubled spirits,
He had sent this Ship of Air.