Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PICTURES OF TRAVEL: THE BALTIC, PART 1: 10. THE OCEAN'S SPECTRE, by HEINRICH HEINE Poet's Biography First Line: But I upon the ship's edge was lying Last Line: "why, doctor, are you mad?" Subject(s): Sailing & Sailors; Sea; Soul; Seamen; Sails; Ocean | ||||||||
BUT I upon the ship's edge was lying, And gazed with my eyes all dreamy Down on the glassy pellucid water, And gazed yet deeper and deeper -- Till, deep in the ocean's abysses, At first like a glimmering mist, Then, bit by bit, with hues more decided, Domes of churches and towers appeared, And at last, clear as sunlight, a city, Antiquarian Netherlandish, And swarming with life. Reverent men, in garments of black, With snowy frills and chains of honour, And lengthy swords and lengthy faces, Over the crowded market are pacing Tow'rd the high-stair'd council-chamber, Where Emperors' stony images Keep guard with sceptre and sword: -- Hard by, in front of the long row of houses, With mirror-like glistening windows, Stand the lindens all trimm'd into pyramids, And silken rustling maidens are wandering, A golden band round their slender bodies, Their blooming faces neatly surrounded By head-dresses velvet and black, From whence their abundant locks are escaping. Gay young fellows, in Spanish costume, Proudly are passing and nodding. Aged women, In garments all brown and strange-looking, Psalm-book and rosary in hand, Hasten with tripping step Tow'rd the cathedral church, Impell'd by the sound of the bells, And the rushing notes of the organ. Mysterious awe seizeth me too, Caused by the distant sound; A ne'er-ending yearning and sadness deep Steal o'er my heart, My scarcely-heal'd heart; It seems as though its bitter wounds By dear lips were kiss'd open, And once again were bleeding With drops hot and ruddy, Which long and slowly downward fall Upon an ancient house below In yon deep-ocean city, Upon an ancient and high-gabled house, Where sits in lonely melancholy A maiden at the window, Her head on her arm reclined, Like to some poor, forgotten child, And I know thee, thou poor, forgotten child Thus deep, thus deep, then Thou hidd'st thyself from me In some childish conceit, And couldst not reascend, And sattest strange, among strange people, Five hundred years, And I meanwhile, with soul full of grief, Sought thee over all the earth, And ever sought thee, Thou ever-beloved one, Thou long-time-lost one, Thou finally-found one, -- I've found thee at last, and again behold Thy countenance sweet, Thine eyes so prudent and faithful, Thy smile so dear -- And never again will I leave thee, And downward hasten I to thee, And with wide-spreading arms Throw myself down on thy heart. But just in time I was seized by the foot by the Captain, And torn from the side of the ship, While he cried, laughing bitterly: "Why, Doctor, are you mad?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALL OF OCEAN LIFE by JOHN HOLLANDER JULY FOURTH BY THE OCEAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE FIGUREHEAD by LEONIE ADAMS |
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