bamboo and some lead:At length they caught two boobies and a noddy, And then they left off eating the dead body.
And if Pedrillo's fate should shocking be, Remember Ugolino condescends
To eat the head of his arch-enemy The moment after he politely ends His tale: if foes be food in hell, at sea
'T is surely fair to dine upon our friends,
When shipwreck's short allowance grows too scanty, Without being much more horrible than Dante.
And the same night there fell a shower of rain,
For which their mouths gaped, like the cracks of earth
When dried to summer dust; till taught by pain Men really know not what good water 's worth; If you had been in Turkey or in Spain,
Or with a famish'd boat's-crew had your berth, Or in the desert heard the camel's bell,
You 'd wish yourself where Truth is--in a well.
It pour'd down torrents, but they were no richer
Until they found a ragged piece of sheet, Which served them as a sort of spongy pitcher, And when they deem'd its moisture was complete They wrung it out, and though a thirsty ditcher
Might not have thought the scanty draught so sweet
As a full pot of porter, to their thinking
They ne'er till now had known the joys of drinking.
And their baked lips, with many a bloody crack, Suck'd in the moisture, which like nectar stream'd;
Their throats were ovens, their swoln tongues were black, As the rich man's in hell, who vainly scream'd
To beg the beggar, who could not rain back
A drop of dew, when every drop had seem'd To taste of heaven--If this be true, indeed Some Christians have a comfortable creed.
There were two fathers in this ghastly crew,
And with them their two sons, of whom the one
Was more robust and hardy to the view, But he died early; and when he was gone,
His nearest messmate told his sire, who threw
One glance at him, and said, 'Heaven's will be done! I can do nothing,' and he saw him thrown
Into the deep without a tear or groan.
The other father had a weaklier child,
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Of a soft cheek and aspect delicate;
But the boy bore up long, and with a mild
And patient spirit held aloof his fate;
Little he said, and now and then he smiled, As if to win a part from off the weight
He saw increasing on his father's heart,
With the deep deadly thought that they must part.
And o'er him bent his sire, and never raised
His eyes from off his face, but wiped the foam
From his pale lips, and ever on him gazed,
And when the wish'd-for shower at length was come, And the boy's eyes, which the dull film half glazed, Brighten'd, and for a moment seem'd to roam,
He squeezed from out a rag some drops of rain
Into his dying child's mouth--but in vain.
The boy expired--the father held the clay, And look'd upon it long, and when at last Death left no doubt, and the dead burthen lay
Stiff on his heart, and pulse and hope were past, He watch'd it wistfully, until away
'T was borne by the rude wave wherein 't was cast; Then he himself sunk down all dumb and shivering, And gave no sign of life, save his limbs quivering.
Now overhead a rainbow, bursting through
The scattering clouds, shone, spanning the dark sea, Resting its bright base on the quivering blue;
And all within its arch appear'd to be Clearer than that without, and its wide hue Wax'd broad and waving, like a banner free,
Then changed like to a bow that 's bent, and then
Forsook the dim eyes of these shipwreck'd men.
It changed, of course; a heavenly chameleon, The airy child of vapour and the sun,
Brought forth in purple, cradled in vermilion, Baptized in molten gold, and swathed in dun, Glittering like crescents o'er a Turk's pavilion, And blending every colour into one,
Just like a black eye in a recent scuffle
(For sometimes we must box without the muffle).
Our shipwreck'd seamen thought it a good omen-- It is as well to think so, now and then;
'T was an old custom of the Greek and Roman, And may become of great advantage when Folks are discouraged; and most surely no men Had greater need to nerve themselves again
Than these, and so this rainbow look'd like hope-- Quite a celestial kaleidoscope.
About this time a beautiful white bird, Webfooted, not unlike a dove in size
And plumage (probably it might have err'd Upon its course), pass'd oft before their eyes, And tried to perch, although it saw and heard
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The men within the boat, and in this guise
It came and went, and flutter'd round them till
Night fell: this seem'd a better omen still.
But in this case I also must remark,
'T was well this bird of promise did not perch, Because the tackle of our shatter'd bark
Was not so safe for roosting as a church; And had it been the dove from Noah's ark, Returning there from her successful search, Which in their way that moment chanced to fall, They would have eat her, olive-branch and all.
With twilight it again came on to blow,
But not with violence; the stars shone out, The boat made way; yet now they were so low, They knew not where nor what they were about; Some fancied they saw land, and some said 'No!'
The frequent fog-banks gave them cause to doubt-- Some swore that they heard breakers, others guns, And all mistook about the latter once.
As morning broke, the light wind died away,
When he who had the watch sung out and swore, If 't was not land that rose with the sun's ray,
He wish'd that land he never might see more; And the rest rubb'd their eyes and saw a bay,
