Landon in The Literary Gazette 1826/Frozen Ship

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Landon in The Literary Gazette 1826
by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Metrical Fragments.—No. V. The Frozen Ship
2280335Landon in The Literary Gazette 1826 — Metrical Fragments.—No. V. The Frozen ShipLetitia Elizabeth Landon

Literary Gazette, 16th September, 1826, Page 588


METRICAL FRAGMENTS.—No. V.

The Frozen Ship.[1]

The fair ship cut the billows,
    And her path lay white behind,
And dreamily amid her sails
    Scarce moved the sleeping wind.

The sailors sang their gentlest songs,
    Whose words were home and love;
Waveless the wide sea spread beneath—
    Placid the heaven above.

But as they sung, each voice turn'd low,
    Albeit they knew not why;
For quiet was the waveless sea,
    And cloudless was the sky.

But the clear air was cold as clear;
    'Twas pain to draw the breath;
And the silence and the chill around
    Were e'en like those of death.

Colder and colder grew the air,
    Spell-bound seem'd the waves to be;
And ere night fell, they knew they were lock'd
    In the arms of that icy sea.

Stiff lay the sail, chain-like the ropes,
    And snow past o'er the main;
Each thought but none spoke of distant home
    They should never see again.

Each look'd upon his comrade's face,
    Pale as funereal stone;
Yet none could touch the other's hand,
    For none could feel his own.


Like statues fixed, that gallant band
    Stood on the dread deck to die;
The sleet was their shroud, the wind their dirge,
    And their churchyard the sea and sky.

—Fond eyes watch'd by their native shore,
    And prayers to the wild winds gave;
But never again came that stately ship
    To breast the English wave.

Hope grew fear, and fear grew hope,
    Till both alike were done;
And the bride lay down in her grave alone,
    And the mother without her son.

Years past, and of that goodly ship
    Nothing of tidings came;
Till, in after-time, when her fate had grown
    But a tale of fear and a name—

It was beneath a tropic sky
    The tale was told to me;
The sailor who told, in his youth had been
    Over that icy sea.

He said it was fearful to see them stand,
    Nor the living nor yet the dead,
And the light glared strange in the glassy eyes
    Whose human look was fled.

For frost had done one half life's part,
    And kept them from decay;
Those they loved had mouldered, but these
    Look'd the dead of yesterday.

Peace to the souls of the graveless dead!
    'Twas an awful doom to dree;
But fearful and wondrous are thy works,
    O God! in the boundless sea!
lOLE.

  1. This poem appears in The Vow of The Peacock, and Other Poems, 1835