Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (18091892)The Sailor Boy
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Shot o’er the seething harbour-bar,
And reach’d the ship and caught the rope,
And whistled to the morning star.
He heard a fierce mermaiden cry,
“O boy, tho’ thou art young and proud,
I see the place where thou wilt lie.
In caves about the dreary bay,
And on thy ribs the limpet sticks,
And in thy heart the scrawl shall play.”
To those that stay and those that roam,
But I will nevermore endure
To sit with empty hands at home.
My sisters crying, ‘Stay for shame;’
My father raves of death and wreck,
They are all to blame, they are all to blame.
Of danger on the roaring sea,
A devil rises in my heart,
Far worse than any death to me.”