The Sailor Boy

Alfred Lord Tennyson

1809 to 1892

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Of danger in the roaring sea,
They are all to blame, they are all to blame.
My sisters crying "stay for shame;
God help me! save I take my part
To those that stay and those that roam,
I see the place where thou wilt lie.
And reach'd the ship and caught the rope,
To sit with empty hands at home.
O boy, tho' thou art young and proud,
My father raves of death and wreck,
And whistled to the morning star.
And in thy heart the scrawl shall play.
My mother clings about my neck,
Fool,' he answer'd, 'death is sure
He rose at dawn and, fired with hope,
In caves about the dreary bay,
And while he whistled long and loud
The sands and yeasty surges mix
Far worse than any death to me.
Shot o'er the seething harbor-bar,
A devil rises in my heart,
And on thy ribs the limpet sticks,
But I will nevermore endure
He heard a fierce mermaiden cry,

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