Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
VII. The SeaThe Storm
George Alexander Stevens (17101784)C
List, ye landsmen, all to me,
Messmates, hear a brother sailor
Sing the dangers of the sea;
When the distant whirlwinds rise,
To the tempest-troubled ocean,
Where the seas contend with skies.
By topsail sheets and halyards stand!
Down top-gallants quick be hauling!
Down your stay-sails, hand, boys, hand!
Quick the topsail sheets let go;
Luff, boys, luff! don’t make wry faces,
Up your topsails nimbly clew.
Think what fear our minds inthralls!
Harder yet, it yet blows harder,
Now again the boatswain calls.
See all clear to reef each course;
Let the fore sheet go, don’t mind, boys,
Though the weather should be worse.
Reef the mizzen, see all clear;
Hands up! each preventive brace set!
Man the fore yard, cheer, lads, cheer!
Peal on peal contending clash,
On our heads fierce rain falls pouring,
In our eyes blue lightnings flash.
All above us one black sky;
Different deaths at once surround us:
Hark! what means that dreadful cry?
O’er the lee twelve feet ’bove deck;
A leak beneath the chest-tree ’s sprung out,
Call all hands to clear the wreck.
Come, my hearts, be stout and bold;
Plumb the well,—the leak increases,
Four feet water in the hold!
We our wives and children mourn;
Alas! from hence there ’s no retreating,
Alas! to them there ’s no return!
Both chain-pumps are choked below:
Heaven have mercy here upon us!
For only that can save us now.
Let the guns o’erboard be thrown;
To the pumps call every hand, boys,
See! our mizzen-mast is gone.
We ’ve lighted her a foot or more;
Up and rig a jury foremast,
She rights! she rights, boys! we ’re off shore.