HANNAH BINDING SHOES. 75 HANNAH BINDING SHOES. POOR lone Hannah lone Hannah Bright-eyed beauty once was she, Spring and winter Not a neighbor To her whisper : Oh, her heart's adrift with one Night and morning Fair young Hannah Hale and clever, May-day skies are all aglow, For her wedding May is passing, Hannah shudders, Round the rocks of Marblehead, Silent, lonesome, 'Tis November, From Newfoundland Whispering hoarsely, “ Fishermen, Old with watching, Twenty winters Twenty seasons : Still her dim eyes silently Hopeless, faithful, LUCY LARCOM. A GREYPORT LEGEND. 77 A GREYPORT LEGEND. 1797 TH 'HEY ran through the streets of the seaport town, They peered from the decks of the ships that lay ; The cold sea-fog that came whitening down Was never so cold or white as they. “Ho! Starbuck, Pinckney, and Tenterden! Run for your shallops, gather your men, Scatter your boats on the lower bay.” Good cause for fear ! In the thick mid-day, The hulk that lay by the rotting pier, Filled with the children in happy play, Parted its moorings and drifted clear, – All adrift in the lower bay ! She will not float till the turning tide !” Whether in sea or heaven she bide." And she lifted a quavering voice and high, Wild and strange as the sea-bird's cry, Till they shuddered and wondered at her side. The fog drove down on each laboring crew, Veiled each from each, and the sky and shore. There was not a sound but the breath they drew, And the lap of water and creak of oar ; And they felt the breath of the downs fresh blown O’er leagues of clover and cold gray stone, But not from the lips that had gone before. They came no more. But they tell the tale That, when fogs are thick on the harbor-reef, For the signal they know will bring relief, Through channels whose waters never fail. It is but a foolish shipman's tale, A theme for a poet's idle page ; And we lie becalmed by the shores of age, Drawing the soul to its anchorage. BRET HARTE THE JUMBLIES. From “Nonsense Songs.” I. THEY In a sieve they went to sea : In a sieve they went to sea. THE JUMBLIES. 79 And when the sieve turned round and round, In a sieve we'll go to sea !” Are the lands where the Jumblies live: And they went to sea in a sieve. II. They sailed away in a sieve, they did; In a sieve they sailed so fast, To a small tobacco-pipe mast. In a sieve to sail so fast." Are the lands where the Jumblies live : And they went to sea in a sieve. III. The water it soon came in, it did ; The water it soon came in : And they fastened it down with a pin. |