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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=533769" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Cruise of the 'In Memoriam</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wan light of a stormy dawn<br> Gleamed on a tossing ship:<br>It was the In Memoriam<br> Upon a mourning trip. <br>Wild waves were on the windward bow,<br> And breakers on the lee;<br>And through her sides the women heard<br> The seething of the sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“O Captain!” cried a widow fair,<br> Her plump white hands clasped she,<br>“Thinkst thou, if drowned in this dread storm,<br> That savèd we shall be?” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“You speak in riddles, lady dear,<br> How savèd can we be<br>If we are drowned?” “Alas, I mean<br> In Paradise!” said she. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“O I’ve sailed North, and I’ve sailed South”<br> (He was a godless wight),<br>“But boy or man, since my days began,<br> That shore I ne’er did sight!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Captain told the First Mate bold<br> What that fair lady said;<br>The First Mate sneered in his black beard—<br> His eyes burned in his head. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Full forty souls are here aboard,<br> A-sailing on the wave—<br>Without the crew, and, ’twixt us two,<br> I think they’ve none to save— </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Full forty souls, and each one is<br> A mourner, as you know.<br>They weep the scuppers full; the ship<br> Is waterlogged with woe.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again he sneered in his black beard:<br> “The cruise is not so brief,<br>But, ere we land on earthly strand,<br> All will have found relief.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Nay, nay,” the Captain said, “First Mate,<br> You have forgotten one<br>With eyes of blue; the tears are true<br> From those dear eyes that run! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“She mourns her sweetheart drowned last year,<br> A seaman he, forsooth!<br>I would not drown for Christ his crown<br> If she were mine, Fair Ruth!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Brave words! but words,” the First Mate cried,<br> “Are wind! Behold in me<br>The warmest lover and the last!<br> Mine shall the maiden be.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . .<br>Fair Ruth stood by the taffrail high,<br> A cross dropped in the sea,<br>If you lie here, my sweetheart dear,<br> By this remember me!” <br>Fair Ruth stood by the taffrail high,<br> A ring dropped in the sea:<br>“Marry him not, ye false mermaids,<br> Married he’s now to me!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The heavens flashed flame; a black cloud came,<br> Its wings the sky did span,<br>And hovered above the fated ship<br> Like death o’er a dying man. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bended the spars and shrieked the shrouds,<br> The sails flew from the mast,<br>And, like a soul by fiends pursued,<br> The ship fled through the blast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“More sail! more sail!” the First Mate cried<br> (The Captain stood aghast),<br>“More sail! more sail!” and he laughed in scorn,<br> All by the mizen mast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“O brethren dear, there’s nought to fear,<br> The steward told me so!”<br>’Twas the parson meek who thus did speak,<br> Just come up from below: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“And were there,” he said, with upraised head,<br> And hands clasped piously,<br>“I have a sainted spouse in Heaven—<br> I trow she waits for me.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then grimly laughed the false First Mate<br> “Good parson, let her be!<br>I’ve a wife in every port but that—<br> And that we shall not see.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Oh, pardon seek!” cried the parson meek,<br> “And pray, if pray you can,<br>For much I fear, by your scornful sneer,<br> That you are a sinful man.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then louder laughed the false First Mate,<br> Louder and louder still,<br>And the wicked crew laughed loudly too,<br> As wicked seamen will. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“O Captain!” whispered a gentle dame,<br> “When shall we see the land?”<br>The Captain answered never a word,<br> But clasped her by the hand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . .<br>Day after day, night after night,<br> On, on the ship did reel:<br>The Captain drank with the second mate,<br> The First Mate held the wheel. <br>Down came a black cloud on the ship,<br> And wrapped her like a pall,<br>And horror of awful darkness fell<br> Upon them one and all. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The night had swallowed them utterly,<br> None could his fellow see,<br>But ghostly voices up and down<br> Went whispering fearsomely. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No faint ray shone from moon or sun,<br> The light of Heaven was gone,<br>But ever the First Mate held the wheel,<br> And ever the ship rushed on. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . .<br>Fair Ruth knelt down in that grim gloom,<br> She prayed beneath her breath:<br>“God carry me o’er this dread sea<br> That seems the Sea of Death!” <br>She ceased—and lo! a lurid glow<br> O’er that dark water spread,<br>And in the blackness burned, afar,<br> A line of bloody red. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“What lights are yon?” the Captain said.<br> The First Mate answered then:<br>“No lights that ever shone upon<br> The world of living men.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Down on your knees!” the parson cried;<br> “Thank God, for all is well!”<br>The First Mate laughed: “Those lights, they are<br> The harbour lights of Hell.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On flew the ship; to every lip<br> An ashen pallor came,<br>For all might see that suddenly<br> The sea had turned to flame. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lights were near; the Sea of Fear,<br> Amid the silence dire,<br>On that dread shore broke evermore<br> In soundless foam of fire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Oh, what are yon gray ghosts and wan!”<br> The parson cried, “who seem<br>With coloured strings of beads to play,<br> As in a dreadful dream?” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Damned souls;” the First Mate said; “they sit<br> And count, through endless years,<br>The moments of Eternity<br> On beads of burning tears.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, “Who are you,” the parson said,<br> “That talk so free of Hell?”<br>“My name is Satan,” he replied,<br> “Have I not steered you well?” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Back—back the yards!” the Captain cried<br> Then quoth the false First Mate:<br>“Like many more who sight this shore,<br> You back your yards too late.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“There are the dear deceased you mourned<br> With such exceeding zest;<br>They call you—whoso freely goes<br> E’en yet may save the rest.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One pale ghost waved the vessel back<br> With gestures sad and dumb—<br>Fair Ruth has plunged into the sea,<br> “My love, my love, I come!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . .<br>All in a moment shone the sun,<br> Blue gleamed the sky and sea,<br>The brave old ship upon the waves<br> Was dancing merrily. <br>And merrily to sound of bells<br> To her old port full soon<br>The In Memoriam that went forth<br> Returned the Honeymoon. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There o’er their grog sea-captains still<br> Her wondrous story tell,<br>And how her Captain backed his yards<br> A biscuit-throw from Hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Victor+James+Daley">Victor James Daley</a><div class=q>
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 Gleamed on a tossing ship:
It was the In Memoriam
 Upon a mourning trip. 
Wild waves were on the windward bow,
 And breakers on the lee;
And through her sides the women heard
 The seething of the sea. 

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