Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Oceanica: Vol. XXXI. 1876–79.
Northern Seas
By William Howitt (17921879)U
Why sit we here at ease?
Find us a vessel tight and snug,
Bound for the Northern Seas.
With their rushing splendors, fly
Like living things, with flaming wings,
Wide o’er the wondrous sky.
With heads all crowned with snow,
Whose green roots sleep in the awful deep,
Two hundred fathoms low.
Of their terrific fall;
And the echoes from a thousand cliffs
Like lovely voices call.
The sleepy seals aground;
And the spouting whales, that to and fro
Sail with a dreary sound.
That the hairy mammoth hide;
Perfect as when, in times of old,
The mighty creature died.
Through the still heaven’s deep blue,
We ’ll traverse the azure waves, the herds
Of the dread sea-horse to view.
Where wolves and black bears prowl;
And away to the rocky isles of mist,
To rouse the northern fowl.
With a rushing, whistling din;
Up shall the auk and fulmar start,—
All but the fat penguin.
With the silent earth below,
We shall see, far off to his lonely rock,
The lonely eagle go.
By inland streams, to see
Where the pelican of the silent north
Sits there all silently.
And pleasant summer weather,
Come, let us mount this gallant ship,
And sail away together.