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JAMES LEE.
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II.
BY THE FIRESIDE.
1.
Is all our fire of shipwreck wood,
Oak and pine?
Oh, for the ills half-understood,
The dim, dead woe
Long ago
Befallen this bitter coast of France!
Well, poor sailors took their chance;
I take mine.
Is all our fire of shipwreck wood,
Oak and pine?
Oh, for the ills half-understood,
The dim, dead woe
Long ago
Befallen this bitter coast of France!
Well, poor sailors took their chance;
I take mine.
2.
A ruddy shaft our fire must shoot
O'er the sea:
Do sailors eye the casement—mute,
Drenched and stark,
From their bark—
And envy, gnash their teeth for hate
O' the warm safe house and happy freight
—Thee and me?
A ruddy shaft our fire must shoot
O'er the sea:
Do sailors eye the casement—mute,
Drenched and stark,
From their bark—
And envy, gnash their teeth for hate
O' the warm safe house and happy freight
—Thee and me?
