Casabianca
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
1793 to 1835
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Ask of the winds that far around
There came a burst of thunder sound—
But the noblest thing which perished there
If yet my task is done?"
"My Father, must I stay?"
A proud, though child-like form.
In still yet brave despair.
Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
His voice no longer heard.
The boy—oh! where was he?
With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
The boy stood on the burning deck
The wreathing fires made way,
And shouted but once more aloud,
He knew not that the chieftain lay
He call'd aloud:—"Say, Father, say
Was that young faithful heart!
Whence all but him had fled;
And fast the flames roll'd on.
Upon his brow he felt their breath,
And streamed above the gallant child,
"Speak, Father!" once again he cried
That Father, faint in death below,
And looked from that lone post of death,
That well had borne their part—
Shone round him o'er the dead.
"If I may yet begone!
The flame that lit the battle's wreck
With fragments strewed the sea!
A creature of heroic blood,
Like banners in the sky.
Unconscious of his son.
The flames roll'd on—he would not go
Without his Father's word;
While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,
And in his waving hair,
They wrapt the ship in splendour wild,
And"—but the booming shots replied,
They caught the flag on high,
As born to rule the storm;