Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
The Last ChanteyRudyard Kipling (18651936)
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Calling to the Angels and the Souls in their degree:
‘Lo! Earth has pass’d away
On the smoke of Judgment Day.
That Our word may be establish’d shall We gather up the sea?’
‘Plague upon the hurricane that made us furl and flee!
But the war is done between us,
In the deep the Lord hath seen us—
Our bones we’ll leave the barracout’, and God may sink the sea!’
‘Lord, hast Thou forgotten thy covenant with me?
How once a year I go
To cool me on the floe?
And Ye take my day of mercy if Ye take away the sea!’
(He that bits the thunder when the bull-mouth’d breakers flee):
‘I have watch and ward to keep
O’er thy wonders on the deep,
And Ye take mine honour from me if Ye take away the sea!’
‘Nay, but we were angry, and a hasty folk are we!
If we work’d the ship together
Till she founder’d in foul weather,
Are we babes that we should clamour for a vengeance on the sea?’
‘Kennell’d in the picaroon a weary band were we;
But thy arm was strong to save,
And it touch’d us on the wave,
And we drowsed the long tides idle till thy Trumpets tore the sea.’
‘Once we frapp’d a ship, and she labour’d woundily.
There were fourteen score of these,
And they bless’d Thee on their knees,
When they learn’d thy Grace and Glory under Malta by the sea!’
Plucking at their harps, and they pluck’d unhandily:
‘Our thumbs are rough and tarr’d,
And the tune is something hard—
May we lift a Deepsea Chantey such as seamen use at sea?’
Fetter’d wrist to bar all for red iniquity:
‘Ho, we revel in our chains
O’er the sorrow that was Spain’s;
Heave or sink it, leave or drink it, we were masters of the sea!’
(He that led the flinching in the fleets of fair Dundee):
‘O, the ice-blink white and near,
And the bowhead breaching clear!
Will Ye whelm them all for wantonness that wallow in the sea?’
Crying: ‘Under Heaven, here is neither lead nor lea!
Must we sing for evermore
On the windless, glassy floor?
Take back your golden fiddles and we’ll beat to open sea!’
And ’stablish’d his borders unto all eternity,
That such as have no pleasure
For to praise the Lord by measure,
They may enter into galleons and serve Him on the sea.
Stinging, ringing spindrift, nor the fulmar flying free;
And the ships shall go abroad
To the Glory of the Lord
Who heard the silly sailor-folk and gave them back their sea!