The poetical works of Robert Stephen Hawker Edited from the original manuscripts and annotated copies together with a prefatory notice and bibliography by Alfred Wallis |
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THE SEA-BIRD'S CRY. |
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THE SEA-BIRD'S CRY.
Tis harsh to hear, from ledge or peak,
The cruel cormorant's tuneless shriek;
Fierce songs they chant, in pool or cave,
Dark wanderers of the western wave.
Here will the listening landsman pray
For memory's music, far away;
Soft throats that nestling with the rose,
Soothe the glad rivulet as it flows.
The cruel cormorant's tuneless shriek;
Fierce songs they chant, in pool or cave,
Dark wanderers of the western wave.
Here will the listening landsman pray
For memory's music, far away;
Soft throats that nestling with the rose,
Soothe the glad rivulet as it flows.
Cease, stranger! cease that fruitless word,
Give eve's hush'd bough to woodland bird:
Let the winged minstrel's valley-note,
'Mid flowers and fragrance, pause and float.
Here must the echoing beak prevail,
To pierce the storm, and cleave the gale;
To call, when warring tides shall foam,
The fledgeling of the waters home.
Give eve's hush'd bough to woodland bird:
Let the winged minstrel's valley-note,
'Mid flowers and fragrance, pause and float.
Here must the echoing beak prevail,
To pierce the storm, and cleave the gale;
To call, when warring tides shall foam,
The fledgeling of the waters home.
Wild things are here of sea and land,
Stern surges and a haughty strand;
Sea-monsters haunt yon cavern'd lair,
The mermaid wrings her briny hair.
That cry, those sullen accents sound
Like native echoes of the ground.
Lo! He did all things well Who gave
The sea-bird's voice to such a wave.
Stern surges and a haughty strand;
Sea-monsters haunt yon cavern'd lair,
The mermaid wrings her briny hair.
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Like native echoes of the ground.
Lo! He did all things well Who gave
The sea-bird's voice to such a wave.
August 27, 1835.
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