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 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 sailor’s death
When winters 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 a 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...
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
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 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 sailor’s death
When winters 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 a 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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Inspired by "The Wreck of The Hesperus - by Longfellow
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