Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONG OF THE ICELANDIC FISHERMAN, by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY


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First Line: Yield the bark to the breezes free
Last Line: The deep is thy path, and the soul thy care.
Subject(s): Fish & Fishing; Iceland


YIELD the bark to the breezes free,
Point her helm to the far deep sea,
Where Heckla's watch-fire, streaming wild,
Hath never the mariner's eye beguiled,
Where, in boiling baths, strange monsters play
Down to the deep sea -- launch away!

Gay over coral reefs we steer
Where moulder the bones of the brave,
Where the beautiful sleep on their humid bier,
And the pale pearl gleams in its quenchless sphere,
The lamp of their Ocean grave;
Swift o'er the crested surge we row;
Down to the fathomless sea we go.

King of Day! to thee we turn,
May our course be blest by thee,
Eyes bright as thine in our homes shall burn,
When again our hearths we see;
When the scaly throng, to our skill a prev
At the feet of our fur clad maids we ray.
Thou art mighty in wrath, devouring tide!
The strong ship loves o'er thy foam to ride,
Her banner by bending clouds carest,
The waves at her keel, and a world in her breast
Thou biddest the blast of thy billows sweep,
Her tall masts bow to the cleaving deep,
And seal'd in thy cells her proud ones sleep.

Our sails are as chaff, when the tempest raves,
And our boat a speck on the mountain waves:
Yet we pour not to thee, the imploring strain,
We soothe not thine anger, relentless Main!
Libation we pour not, nor vow, nor prayer,
Our hope is in thee,
God of the sea!
The deep is thy path, and the soul thy care.





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