Ballads of Lost Haven: A Book of the Sea

by Bliss Carman


 

THE SHADOW BOATSWAIN


 

DON’T you know the sailing orders?
It is time to put to sea,
And the stranger in the harbor
Sends a boat ashore for me.

With the thunder of her canvas

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Coming on the wind again,
I can hear the Shadow Boatswain
Piping to his shadow men.

Is it firelight or morning,
That red flicker on the floor?

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Your good-by was braver, sweetheart,
When I sailed away before.

Think of this last lovely summer!
Love, what ails the wind to-night?
What’s he saying in the chimney

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Turns your berry cheek so white?

What a morning! How the sunlight
Sparkles on the outer bay,
Where the brig lies waiting for me
To trip anchor and away!

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That’s the Doomkeel. You may know her
By her clean run aft; and, then,
Don’t you hear the Shadow Boatswain
Piping to his shadow men?

Off the freshening sea to windward,

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Is it a white tern I hear
Shrilling in the gusty weather
Where the far sea-line is clear?

What a morning for departure!
How your blue eyes melt and shine!

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Will you watch us from the headland
Till we sink below the line?

I can see the wind already
Steer the scurf marks of the tide,
As we slip the wake of being

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Down the sloping world and wide.

I can feel the vasty mountains
Heave and settle under me,
And the Doomkeel veer and shudder,
Crumbling on the hollow sea.

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There’s a call, as when a white gull
Cries and beats across the blue;
That must be the Shadow Boatswain
Piping to his shadow crew.

There’s a boding sound, like winter

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When the pines begin to quail;
That must be the gray wind moaning
In the belly of the sail.

I can feel the icy fingers
Creeping in upon my bones;

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There must be a berg to windward
Somewhere in these border zones.

Stir the fire . . . . I love the sunlight,—
Always loved my shipmate sun.
How the sunflowers beckon to me

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From the dooryard one by one!

How the royal lady roses
Strew this summer world of ours!
There’ll be none in Lonely Haven;
It is too far north for flowers.

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There, sweetheart! And I must leave you.
What should touch my wife with tears?
There’s no danger with the Master;
He has sailed the sea for years.

With the sea-wolves on her quarter,

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And a white bone in her teeth,
He will steer the shadow cruiser,
Dark before and doom beneath,

Down the last expanse, till morning
Flares above the broken sea,

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And the midnight storm is over,
And the Isles are close alee.

So some twilight, when your roses
Are all blown and it is June,
You will turn your blue eyes seaward

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Through the white dusk of the moon,

Wondering, as that far sea-cry
Comes upon the wind again,
And you hear the Shadow Boatswain
Piping to his shadow men.

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