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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351464" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The 'Mary Ross</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What was the hardest hour’, you ask, <br> ‘Ever I had at sea?’ <br>There was that in the wreck of the Mary Ross <br> Is bitten into me. <br> <br>Five merry weeks of sun and speed, <br> A ship well mann’d and stout— <br>One hour from home she falter’d, stopp’d <br> Short … and the lights went out. <br> <br>What follow’d—O just-dealing God, <br> How firm must be Thy mind, <br>Such a beginning to have given <br> And such an end design’d! <br> <br>…Sudden, from human eyes and hands <br> And kindred human breath, <br>Into the wild black Void, into <br> The unthought-on fangs of Death… <br> <br>…The bitter cold was all—then breath <br> Again, and something cross’d <br>My clutching fingers; with a spar <br> Now was I driven and toss’d. <br> <br>Where were the rest? My strain’d ear caught <br> No answer … Dazed and stark, <br>Moments it may have been, or hours, <br> Dash’d thro’ the roaring dark. <br> <br>I thought that I must have traversed Time <br> And touch’d Eternity, <br>When, high in the air, a cry, a wail: <br> ‘I am afraid! Save me!’ <br> <br>And yonder!—Oh what ’s that blacker black <br> Bulged out upon the gloom? <br>By the glint of the whirling spray I saw <br> Her lifted stern-post loom. <br> <br>‘Save me!’ Oh what ’s yon whiter speck <br> O’er the yeasty glimmer wild? <br>Terribly flashed the hasty moon <br> On—the face of a little child! <br> <br>Back chased the blessed dark—but, oh! <br> I’d seen! Aye, all too clear <br>I see her still—the piteous mouth, <br> The great eyes fixt with fear. <br> <br>Not an hour since upon my knee <br> Her good-night pranks were play’d, <br>And now—to face Death … and alone… <br> God! and afraid? ‘Afraid!’ <br> <br>Oh, I cried from the trough—I promised her <br> The help that I could not give. <br>The wind drove back my words—the waves <br> Drove on their fugitive. <br> <br>‘Somebody save me!’ And again <br> For one mad second’s space, <br>’Mid the rushing rack the quiet moon, <br> ’Mid the wide void, that face! <br> <br>And she saw me! Great Heaven, she smiled! <br> Stretch’d out her arms and cried, <br>‘Save me!’ and half my name—and then… <br> Then she was pacified. <br> <br>For … a swirl … a suck … when next I rose, <br> Naught, save the stormy roar! <br>Down in the darkness I thank’d God. <br> She was afraid no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Blanche+Edith+Baughan">Blanche Edith Baughan</a><div class=q>
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 ‘Ever I had at sea?’ 
There was that in the wreck of the Mary Ross 
 Is bitten into me. 
 
Five merry weeks of sun and speed, 
 A ship well mann’d and stout— 
One hour from home she falter’d, sto..."></div>
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