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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420679" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dead Ship Of Harpswell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What flecks the outer gray beyond<br>The sundown's golden trail?<br>The white flash of a sea-bird's wing,<br>Or gleam of slanting sail?<br>Let young eyes watch from Neck and Point,<br>And sea-worn elders pray,--<br>The ghost of what was once a ship<br>Is sailing up the bay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From gray sea-fog, from icy drift,<br>From peril and from pain,<br>The home-bound fisher greets thy lights,<br>O hundred-harbored Maine!<br>But many a keel shall seaward turn,<br>And many a sail outstand,<br>When, tall and white, the Dead Ship looms<br>Against the dusk of land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She rounds the headland's bristling pines;<br>She threads the isle-set bay;<br>No spur of breeze can speed her on,<br>Nor ebb of tide delay.<br>Old men still walk the Isle of Orr<br>Who tell her date and name,<br>Old shipwrights sit in Freeport yards<br>Who hewed her oaken frame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What weary doom of baffled quest,<br>Thou sad sea-ghost, is thine?<br>What makes thee in the haunts of home<br>A wonder and a sign?<br>No foot is on thy silent deck,<br>Upon thy helm no hand;<br>No ripple hath the soundless wind<br>That smites thee from the land!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For never comes the ship to port,<br>Howe'er the breeze may be;<br>Just when she nears the waiting shore<br>She drifts again to sea.<br>No tack of sail, nor turn of helm,<br>Nor sheer of veering side;<br>Stern-fore she drives to sea and night,<br>Against the wind and tide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain o'er Harpswell Neck the star<br>Of evening guides her in;<br>In vain for her the lamps are lit<br>Within thy tower, Seguin!<br>In vain the harbor-boat shall hail,<br>In vain the pilot call;<br>No hand shall reef her spectral sail,<br>Or let her anchor fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shake, brown old wives, with dreary joy,<br>Your gray-head hints of ill;<br>And, over sick-beds whispering low,<br>Your prophecies fulfil.<br>Some home amid yon birchen trees<br>Shall drape its door with woe;<br>And slowly where the Dead Ship sails,<br>The burial boat shall row!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From Wolf Neck and from Flying Point,<br>From island and from main,<br>From sheltered cove and tided creek,<br>Shall glide the funeral train.<br>The dead-boat with the bearers four,<br>The mourners at her stern,--<br>And one shall go the silent way<br>Who shall no more return!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And men shall sigh, and women weep,<br>Whose dear ones pale and pine,<br>And sadly over sunset seas<br>Await the ghostly sign.<br>They know not that its sails are filled<br>By pity's tender breath,<br>Nor see the Angel at the helm<br>Who steers the Ship of Death!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Chill as a down-east breeze should be,'<br>The Book-man said. 'A ghostly touch<br>The legend has. I'm glad to see<br>Your flying Yankee beat the Dutch.'<br>'Well, here is something of the sort<br>Which one midsummer day I caught<br>In Narragansett Bay, for lack of fish.'<br>'We wait,' the Traveller said;<br>'serve hot or cold your dish.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q>
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The sundown's golden trail?
The white flash of a sea-bird's wing,
Or gleam of slanting sail?
Let young eyes watch from Neck and Point,
And sea-worn elders pray,--
The ghost of what was once a ship
Is sailing up th..."></div>
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