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Sir Algernon, G.C.B.: No 10 Downing Street Westminster Abbey in the Early Part of the Seventeenth Century. By Westminster, the Dean of: Westminster Abbey in the Early Part of Whitehead Torpedo (The). By Lieutenant G. E. Armstrong, R.N. CORNHILL THE MAGAZINE. JANUARY 1904. THE SEA-BORN MAN. I HAVE wandered too far from the foam on the shore, from the sand and the grey-blowing grass, Since I came from the dim of the deep ocean land through the clear-shining country to pass. I whistled and sang because never before A Sea Man had come from the sea, And I laughed to the children who played at the door, 'O see the Gaberlunzie man! The silly crazy outland man!' And after me, all after me the village people ran. Of the soft-woven weed was my mantle of grey, and a garland of pearls in my hair; Through the beautiful city that shines to the sea methought like a prince I should fare. O the gay market-booths in the square on the hill! O the banner that blows o'er the gate! But the people were sure that I meant them some ill And whispered with faces of hate, 'Come catch and kill the stranger man, The ugly evil outland man,' And fast as foam along the sea, across the fields I ran. Through the waves of the meadow I followed the wind and watched all alone in my mirth, How the little warm creatures, the brown and the grey, did caper for joy of the earth. VOL. XVI.-NO. 91, N.S. 1 And the songs in the sky were a merry mad crowd, I thought they were spirits that sang in a cloud And O the liquid utterings, Dainty flights and flutterings Here and there of hedgerow birds with pretty painted wings. Where the forest is dim like the green water-world and the gossamers float in the dew, I went till I heard how a multitude sang, and fain had I sung with them too. There was surging of sound from a palace of spires, A throng in its cavernous gate, It was pierced with rubies and walled with sapphìres 'O fair,' I said, 'to see and hear! What though they kill me I'll come near, 'Twere shame on thee, thou sea-born man, a bitter shame to fear.' So I strode from the forest and shook my long hair, as I stood like a rock on the turf, And sang the great song that the sea-heroes sing, when they clash in the roar of the surf. There was shadow behind me and silence before, And then came a terrible cry, And far o'er the meadows and in at the door I saw the pale multitude fly. The mighty gates with hollow sound Shut after them, and round and round Their palace fair I walked and cried and never entrance found. At evening I heard the slow sigh of the wood and thought it a voice that I knew. I said, 'I will break through the rampart of green and suddenly burst on the blue.' O the frank open spaces, the sea and the sky, Where the winds spread their wings and are free! Among the thickets of the thorn I lay my body cold and torn, And on the bough a sea-born wind doth rock itself and mourn. Thou wind that art talking alone in the wood the speech of the wave on the shore, Go tell to my love I am drowned in the wood and never shall come to her more. Go tell to my mother who watches alone, Ah, not how I wandered and died! Go say to her who'll watch in vain, Yet happily, most happily beyond the hills I reign. MARGARET L. WOODS. |
