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Dreams and Days

by George Parsons Lathrop

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Sailor’s Song, Returning

The sea goes up; the sky comes down.
Oh, can you spy the ancient town,—
The granite hills so green and gray,
That rib the land behind the bay?
    O ye ho, boys. Spread her wings!
    Fair winds, boys: send her home!
O ye ho!

Three years? Is it so long that we
Have lived upon the lonely sea?
Oh, often I thought we’d see the town,
When the sea went up, and the sky came down.
    O ye ho, boys. Spread her wings!

Even the winter winds would rouse
A memory of my father’s house;
For round his windows and his door
They made the same deep, mouthless roar.
    O ye ho, boys. Spread her wings!

And when the summer’s breezes beat,
Methought I saw the sunny street
Where stood my Kate. Beneath her hand
She gazed far out, far out from land.
    O ye ho, boys. Spread her wings!

Farthest away, I oftenest dreamed
That I was with her. Then it seemed
A single stride the ocean wide
Had bridged, and brought me to her side.
    O ye ho, boys. Spread her wings!

But though so near we’re drawing, now,
’T is farther off—I know not how.
We sail and sail: we see no home.
Would that we into port were come!
    O ye ho, boys. Spread her wings!

At night, the same stars o’er the mast:
The mast sways round—however fast
We fly—still sways and swings around
One scanty circle’s starry bound.
    O ye ho, boys. Spread her wings!

Ah, many a month those stars have shone,
And many a golden morn has flown,
Since that so solemn, happy morn,
When, I away, my babe was born.
    O ye ho, boys. Spread her wings!

And, though so near we’re drawing, now,
’T is farther off—I know not how:—
I would not aught amiss had come
To babe or mother there, at home!
    O ye ho, boys. Spread her wings!

’T is but a seeming: swiftly rush
The seas, beneath. I hear the crush
Of foamy ridges ’gainst the prow.
Longing outspeeds the breeze, I know.
    O ye ho, boys. Spread her wings!

Patience, my mates! Though not this eve
We cast our anchor, yet believe,
If but the wind holds, short the run:
We’ll sail in with to-morrow’s sun.
    O ye ho, boys. Spread her wings!
    Fair winds, boys: send her home!
         O ye ho!

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