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East and West: Poems Bret Harte

East and West: Poems

Bret Harte

Published April 11th 2014
ISBN : 9781499115758
Paperback
44 pages
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They ran through the streets of the seaport town- They peered from the decks of the ships that lay: The cold sea-fog that came whitening down Was never as cold or white as they. Ho, Starbuck and Pinckney and Tenterden! Run for your shallops, gatherMoreThey ran through the streets of the seaport town- They peered from the decks of the ships that lay: The cold sea-fog that came whitening down Was never as cold or white as they. Ho, Starbuck and Pinckney and Tenterden! Run for your shallops, gather your men, Scatter your boats on the lower bay. Good cause for fear! In the thick midday The hulk that lay by the rotting pier, Filled with the children in happy play, Parted its moorings, and drifted clear, - Drifted clear beyond the reach or call, - Thirteen children they were in all, - All adrift in the lower bay! Said a hard-faced skipper, God help us all! She will not float till the turning tide! Said his wife, My darling will hear my call, Whether in sea or heaven she bide: And she lifted a quavering voice and high, Wild and strange as a sea-birds cry, Till they shuddered and wondered at her side. The fog drove down on each laboring crew, Veiled each from each and the sky and shore: There was not a sound but the breath they drew, And the lap of water and creak of oar- And they felt the breath of the downs, fresh blown Oer leagues of clover and cold gray stone, But not from the lips that had gone before.