Walter Mitchell (1826-1908) The author of this remarkably realistic and vivid sea-poem was a clergyman born in Nantucket, Massachusetts. He graduated from Harvard in 1846 and entered the Episcopal ministry. He was editorially connected with The Churchman. He wrote several novels, one well-known at the time, Bryan Maurice, and a volume of poems. He died in New York City. There are weak lines and trite and banal phrases in this poem, but its worth, at a time when so many were writing fustian about the sea, with allusions that would make any mariner laugh, is in its being written from actual observation and without mere "poetic device." It is an honest description, presented with gusto and the actual feeling, of a squall off shore. TACKING SHIP OFF SHORE THE weather-leech of the topsail shivers, The bow-lines strain, and the lee-shrouds slacken, Open one point on the weather-bow, Is the light-house tall on Fire Island Head? There's a shade of doubt on the captain's brow, I stand at the wheel, and with eager eye, The ship bends lower before the breeze, It is silence all, as each in his place, And the light on Fire Island Head draws near No time to spare! It is touch and go; And the captain growls, "Down, helm! hard down!" As my weight on the whirling spokes I throw, While heaven grows black with the storm-cloud's frown. High o'er the knight-heads flies the spray, With the swerving leap of a startled steed The topsails flutter, the jibs collapse, 'Mid the rattle of blocks and the tramp of the crew; Hisses the rain of the rushing squall: The sails are aback from clew to clew, And the heavy yards, like a baby's toy, For the first white spray o'er the bulwarks flung. "Let go, and haul!" 'Tis the last command, And the head-sails fill to the blast once more: Astern and to leeward lies the land, With its breakers white on the shingly shore. What matters the reef, or the rain, or the squall? The first mate clamors, "Belay there, all!" And so off shore let the good ship fly; Eight bells have struck and my watch is below. Silas Weir Mitchell (1829-1914) Dr. Mitchell is chiefly remembered as a novelist, as the author of Hugh Wynne, Free Quaker, The Adventures of François, and many other works of fiction. He also, however, began publishing poetry with The Hill of Stones, 1882, and was the author of several volumes of verse. His Collected Poems have been out for some years. He was born in Philadelphia and graduated from Jefferson Medical College in 1850. He published many medical works of importance. His son, Langdon Mitchell, is a poet and dramatist. This poem of Dr. Mitchell's reflects a mood almost every boy has experienced, whether from reading Shakespeare or some mere tale of adventure. It seems therefore particularly suitable for this volume. * ON A BOY'S FIRST READING OF "KING WHEN youth was lord of my unchallenged fate, I entertainëd certain guests of state The great of older days, who, faithful still, And I remember how one galleon rare In blazonry of storied shields arrayed. Copyright, 1896, by The Century Company, and reprinted by their permission. So the Great Harry with high trumpetings, The waves she rode are strewn with silent wrecks, Sail on! sail on! The fatal blasts of time |