The Sailor Boy
Alfred Lord Tennyson
1809 to 1892
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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And while he whistled long and loud
And reach'd the ship and caught the rope,
He heard a fierce mermaiden cry,
To sit with empty hands at home.
And on thy ribs the limpet sticks,
They are all to blame, they are all to blame.
Far worse than any death to me.'
My father raves of death and wreck,
And whistled to the morning star.
'O boy, tho' thou art young and proud,
'The sands and yeasty surges mix
In caves about the dreary bay,
Of danger in the roaring sea,
I see the place where thou wilt lie.
Shot o'er the seething harbor-bar,
To those that stay and those that roam,
My sisters crying "stay for shame;"
And in thy heart the scrawl shall play.'
'God help me! save I take my part
'My mother clings about my neck,
But I will nevermore endure
A devil rises in my heart,
'Fool,' he answer'd, 'death is sure
He rose at dawn and, fired with hope,