LE RETOUR DU MARIN. "Ah, la foudre en crevant la nue Et les enfants des matelots Qu'ils sont bien sous la roche nue, 223 V 186 130 83 A maiden came gliding o'er the sea. And ever as he travelled he would climb As I came round the harbor buoy As I stand by the cross on the lone mountain's crest As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay A thousand miles from land are we . A wave-worn boulder with green sea-moss wrapping Ay, tear her tattered ensign down By the billows and blasts driven and tost in the gloom Consider the sea's listless chime "Courage," he said, and pointed towards the land Dark and light are mingled on the sea, on the shore Des vastes mers tableau philosophique Down in the wide, gray river. Down on the shore, on the sunny shore Down to the wharves, as the sun goes down. Eastward as far as the eye can see |