Poems (Bacon)/The sea man

by Josephine Daskam Bacon

THE SEA MAN

It was the burgher's daughter,
 As fair as maid could be,
That loved too well the stranger,
 A man from off the sea.

"My mother she was a sea maid;
 My father he loved no shore.
Thou must bury me under billows,
 Or thou ne'er shall see me more!"

She 's kissed him lip and forehead;
 She 's given him her vow:
"Five-fathom sea shall cover thee,
 But only love me now!"

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For seven years her sleep is sweet
 Against the sea man's heart.
"But now hath come my time to die,
 And now we twain must part.

"Farewell, my little daughter!
 Farewell, my bonny son!
Last night the waves did call my name;
 My life on land is done."

She holds him close and closer;
 The bitter tears fall down.
"Remember now thy maiden vow,
 Or woe betide this town!

"Remember the oath ye gave me,
 Nor bury me but in sea,
For the ocean will come to seek its own
 If ye cheat my waves of me!"

Now come her haughty sisters;
 Now comes her father stern.
"This deed brings little honor
 For all the world to learn.

"Our fathers lie in holy ground;
 Their tombs are carven well;
A heathen stranger cast a-sea
 Were too much shame to tell!"

They 've buried him in the minster high
 That stands beside her door,
But the winds o' the air have drowned the prayer,
 And the sea foams up the shore.

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"Mother, I hear the billows roll,
 I hear them hiss and moan!"
"Nay, little son, their fury's done,
 'T is but the wind alone."

"Mother, I smell the salt sea wind,
 I taste the salt sea spray!"
"Nay, daughter mine, some dream is thine,
 I 'll sing thy fear away."

"Mother, we cannot hear thy voice!
 The sea rolls loud and high!
It rushes up the minster street
 And flings the church door by!"

The waves pour out the windows wide,
 They 've washed the altar bare,
They 've torn the flowers from the stranger's tomb,
 And heaped wet sea-weed there!

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It was the burgher's daughter
 That made her prayer in vain,
For all that drowned city
 Was never seen again.

For all its goodly gardens,
 For all its towers so high,
Five-fathom sea rolls over it
 And shuts it from the sky.

Then bury the sea man deeply,
 Five fathom out from shore,
Lest the ocean come in to find him,
 And ye see the sun no more!