Tacking Ship Off Shore

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Tacking Ship Off Shore  (1858) 
by Walter Mitchell
Featured in Vol 1., No.3 of The Atlantic Monthly.

Tacking Ship Off Shore
  I.

  The weather leech of the topsail shivers,
    The bowlines strain and the lee shrouds slacken,
  The braces are taut, the lithe boom quivers,
    And the waves with the coming squall-cloud blacken.


  II.

  Open one point on the weather bow
    Is the light-house tall on Fire Island head;
  There's a shade of doubt on the captain's brow,
    And the pilot watches the heaving lead.


  III.

  I stand at the wheel and with eager eye
    To sea and to sky and to shore I gaze,
  Till the muttered order of "FULL AND BY!"
    Is suddenly changed to "FULL FOR STAYS!"


  IV.

  The ship bends lower before the breeze,
    As her broadside fair to the blast she lays;
  And she swifter springs to the rising seas,
    As the pilot calls, "STAND BY FOR STAYS!"


  V.

  It is silence all, as each in his place,
    With the gathered coils in his hardened hands,
  By tack and bowline, by sheet and brace,
    Waiting the watchword impatient stands.


  VI.

  And the light on Fire Island head draws near,
    As, trumpet-winged, the pilot's shout
  From his post on the bowsprit's heel I hear,
    With the welcome call of "READY! ABOUT!"


  VII.

  No time to spare! It is touch and go,
    And the captain growls, "DOWN HELM! HARD DOWN!"
  As my weight on the whirling spokes I throw,
    While heaven grows black with the storm-cloud's frown.


  VIII.

  High o'er the knight-heads flies the spray,
    As we meet the shock of the plunging sea;
  And my shoulder stiff to the wheel I lay,
    As I answer, "AYE, AYE, SIR! HA-A-R-D A-LEE!"


  IX.

  With the swerving leap of a startled steed
    The ship flies fast in the eye of the wind,
  The dangerous shoals on the lee recede,
    And the headland white we have left behind.


  X.

  The topsails flutter, the jibs collapse
    And belly and tug at the groaning cleats,
  The spanker slats, and the mainsail flaps,
    And thunders the order, "TACKS AND SHEETS!"


  XI.

  'Mid the rattle of blocks and the tramp of the crew,
    Hisses the rain of the rushing squall;
  The sails are aback from clew to clew,
    And now is the moment for "MAINSAIL, HAUL!"


  XII.

  And the heavy yards like a baby's toy
    By fifty strong arms are swiftly swung;
  She holds her way, and I look with joy
    For the first white spray o'er the bulwarks flung.


  XIII.

  "LET GO AND HAUL!" 'Tis the last command,
    And the head-sails fill to the blast once more;
  Astern and to leeward lies the land,
    With its breakers white on the shingly shore.


  XIV.

  What matters the reef, or the rain, or the squall?
    I steady the helm for the open sea;
  The first mate clamors, "BELAY THERE, ALL!"
    And the captain's breath once more comes free.


  XV.

  And so off shore let the good ship fly;
    Little care I how the gusts may blow,
  In my fo'castle-bunk in a jacket dry,--
    Eight bells have struck, and my watch is below.

This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.