Wednesday, June 6, 2012

The Maid of the Hesperus - From the Archives

http://www.bartleby.com/42/777.html – follow link to read the original poem by Longfellow




The Maid of the Hesperus


On wintry nights the mariners sing

Of tales such as these

The sound of a fair maid crying

Carried on November's breeze



On moonless nights along the shore

Where plaintive surf does sigh

A chill will set in the bones of those

Who hear her mournful cry



Beware good men who ride the waves

Should you hear young maiden fair

Set a new course for the open sea

Lest frigid death find you there


She drifts alone on storm frothed waves

Icicle tears form round her eyes

Her frigid embrace a sailors' death

When winter's wrath fills the skies



Alas, fair maid of the Hesperus

Her spirit a slave to the wretched sea

The deep no kind of resting place

For beauty such as thee



Beware good men who ride the waves

Should you hear young maiden fair

Set a new course for open sea

Lest frigid death find you there



TL BOEHM 2007

dedicated to Longfellow

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