Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Oceanica: Vol. XXXI. 1876–79.
Passing the Icebergs
By Thomas Buchanan Read (18221872)A
Our vessel drives through mist and rain,
Between the floating fleets of ice,—
The navies of the northern main.
The proofs of Nature’s olden force,—
Like fragments of a crystal world
Long shattered from its skyey course.
The middle sea with dream of wrecks,
And freeze the south-winds in their flight,
And chain the Gulf Stream to their decks.
There stands some Viking as of yore;
Grim heroes from the Boreal realm
Where Odin rules the spectral shore.
Their swift and eager falchions glow,—
While, like a storm-vexed wind, the rune
Comes chafing through some beard of snow.
With fires of mingled red and gold,
They know that many a blazing cup
Is brimming to the absent bold.
Yon looming phantom as we pass!
Note all her fashion, hull, and sail,
Within the compass of your glass.
Of that one star of Odin’s throne;
Up with our flag, and let us show
The constellation on our own.
If from her heart the words could thaw,
Great news from some far frozen bay,
Or the remotest Esquimaux:
That sweep the pole from sea to sea;
Of lands which God designs to hold
A mighty people yet to be:—
Where day and darkness dimly meet;
Of all which spreads the arctic sail;
Of Franklin and his venturous fleet:
His anchor holds, his sails are furled;
That Fame has named him on her scroll,
“Columbus of the Polar World”;
Through splintering fields, with battered shares,
Lit only by that spectral dawn,
The mask that mocking darkness wears;
The last of shivered masts and spars,
He sits amid his frozen crew
In council with the Norland stars.
Of ocean heaving long and vast;
An argosy of ice and snow,
The voiceless North swings proudly past.