Casabianca (Hemans)

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Casabianca
by Felicia Hemans
"Casabianca," by Felicia Hemans (1793-1835).

    The boy stood on the burning deck,
      Whence all but him had fled;
    The flame that lit the battle's wreck
      Shone round him o'er the dead.

    Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
      As born to rule the storm;
    A creature of heroic blood,
      A proud though childlike form.

    The flames rolled on--he would not go
      Without his father's word;
    That father, faint in death below,
      His voice no longer heard.

    He called aloud, "Say, father, say
      If yet my task is done?"
    He knew not that the chieftain lay
      Unconscious of his son.

   "Speak, father!" once again he cried,
     "If I may yet be gone!"
    And but the booming shots replied,
      And fast the flames rolled on.

    Upon his brow he felt their breath,
      And in his waving hair;
    And looked from that lone post of death
      In still, yet brave despair.

    And shouted but once more aloud
     "My father! must I stay?"
    While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,
      The wreathing fires made way.

    They wrapt the ship in splendour wild,
      They caught the flag on high,
    And streamed above the gallant child
      Like banners in the sky.

    Then came a burst of thunder sound--
      The boy--oh! where was he?
    --Ask of the winds that far around
      With fragments strew the sea;

    With mast, and helm, and pennon fair.
      That well had borne their part--
    But the noblest thing that perished there
      Was that young, faithful heart.