Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV. 1876–79.
Mawgan of Melhuach
By Robert Stephen Hawker (18031875)’T
Men shuddered 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 stored;
He ’s a weary long time coming on board.”
He knew the words that the voices said;
Wildly he shrieked, 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 passed,
And away, away, beneath their sight,
Gleamed the red sail at pitch of night.