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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DISCOVERY OF THE MADEIRAS; A RHYME OF HACKLUYT, by ROBERT FROST Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: A stolen lady was coming on board Last Line: Whether time’s rewards are fair or unfair Subject(s): Hakluyt, Richard (1552-1616); Madeira (island) | |||
A stolen lady was coming on board, But whether stolen from her wedded lord Or from her own self against her will Was not set forth in the lading bill. A stolen lady was all it said. She came down weakly and blindly led To the darkening windy village slip. She would not look at the fateful ship. Her lover to make the ordeal swift Had to give her the final lift And force her farewell step off shore. The way she clung to him the more Seemed to argue perhaps she went Not entirely without consent. But with no companion of womankind To leave the English law behind And sail for some vague Paphian bourn Began already to seem forlorn. It did more distance up and down. Their little stormy ship, than on. Now it took a fitful run, Now standing cracked its sail and spun, Now stood upon its bulging prow Till the pirate sailors made a vow Of where they would go on pilgrimage If God would spare them to die of age. When the clap of two converging waves Failed to crush their barrel staves, Or the wind to snap their walking stick, They laughed as if they had turned a trick. This was no lady's time of year. For long the lady would disappear. And might be rolling dead below For all the crew were let to know. But when the ocean s worst had passed She was carried out beside the mast. Where all day long she lay and dozed. Or she and her lover would sit opposed And darkly drink each other's eyes With faint head shakings, no more wise. The most he asked her eyes to grant Was that in what she does not want A woman wants to be overruled. Or was the instinct in him fooled? He knew not, neither of them knew. They could only say like any two, You tell me and I'll tell you/ Sometimes with her permissive smile He left her to her thoughts awhile And went to lean against the rail, And let the captain tell him a tale. (He had to keep the captain's favor.) The ship it seemed had been a slaver. And once they had shipped a captive pair Whose love was such they didn't care Who took in them onlooker s share. Well, when at length the fever struck That spoils the nigger-trader's luck The man was among the first it took. Throw him over alive/ they said, Before the thing has time to spread. You've got to keep the quarters clean/ But the girl fought them and made a scene. She was a savage jungle cat It was easy to be angry at; Which put the thought into someone's head Of the ocean bed for a marriage bed Some Tom said to Dick or Harry: Apparently these two ought to marry. We get plenty funerals at sea. How for a change would a wedding be?- Or a combination of the two, How would a funeral-wedding do? It's gone so far she's probably caught Whatever it is the nigger's got.' They bound them naked so they faced With a length of cordage about the waist, Many lovers have been divorced By having what is free enforced But presence of love these had in death To kiss and drink each other's breath Before they were hurled from the slaver's deck. They added clasps about the neck And went embraced to the cold and dark To be their own marriage feast for the shark. When after talk with other men A man comes back to a woman again He tells her as much of blood and dirt As he thinks will do her not too much hurt. What was the pirate captain's chaff? He laughed but he did not make you laugh. The jest seemed his and the plaudits his. I heard him shout "What a tiling it isl" Some standing jest between you men? Don't tell me if you don't want to then.' Whereat in a moment of cioss unruth He thought, 'All right if }ou want the truth!' T don't believe it! It isn't true! It never happened! Did it, you?' Seeing no help m wings or feet She withdrew back in self-retreat Till her heart almost ceased to beat. Her spirit faded as far away As the living ever go yet stay. And her thought was she had had her pay He said to the captain, 'Give command, And bring us to the nearest land; And let us try an untossed place And see if it will help her case.' They brought her to a nameless isle. And the ship lay m the bay for a while Waiting to see if she would mend; But sailed and left them in the end. Her lover saw them sail away. But dared not tell her all one day. For slowly even her sense of him And love itself were growing dim. He no more drew the smile he sought The story is she died of thought. And when her lover was left alone He stayed long enough to carve on stone The name of the lady with his own To be her only marriage lines. And carved them round with a scioll of vines. Then he gouged a clumsy sailing trough From a fallen tree and pushing off Safely made the African shore. Where he fell a prisoner to the Moor. But the Moor strangely enough believed The tale of the voyage he had achieved, And sent him to the King to admire. He came at last to his native shire. The island he found was verified. And the bay where his stolen lady died Was named for him mstead of her. But so is history like to err. And soon it is neither here nor there Whether time's rewards are fair or unfair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MADEIRA by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS TO A LADY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH DISCOVERY OF THE MADEIRAS; A RHYME OF HACKLUYT by ROBERT FROST A DREAM OF JULIUS CAESAR by ROBERT FROST A PECK OF GOLD by ROBERT FROST A SUMMER'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST A WINTER'S NIGHT by ROBERT FROST CAESAR'S LOST TRANSPORT SHIPS by ROBERT FROST |
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