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Rivermouth Rocks are fair to see	A
By dawn or sunset shone across	B
When the ebb of the sea has left them free	A
To dry their fringes of gold green moss	B
For there the river comes winding down	C
From salt sea meadows and uplands brown	C
And waves on the outer rocks afoam	D
Shout to its waters 'Welcome home '	E
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And fair are the sunny isles in view	F
East of the grisly Head of the Boar	G
And Agamenticus lifts its blue	F
Disk of a cloud the woodlands o'er	H
And southerly when the tide is down	C
'Twixt white sea waves and sand hills brown	C
The beach birds dance and the gray gulls wheel	I
Over a floor of burnished steel	I
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Once in the old Colonial days	J
Two hundred years ago and more	G
A boat sailed down through the winding ways	J
Of Hampton River to that low shore	G
Full of a goodly company	A
Sailing out on the summer sea	A
Veering to catch the land breeze light	K
With the Boar to left and the Rocks to right	K
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In Hampton meadows where mowers laid	L
Their scythes to the swaths of salted grass	M
'Ah well a day our hay must be made '	-
A young man sighed who saw them pass	M
Loud laughed his fellows to see him stand	N
Whetting his scythe with a listless hand	N
Hearing a voice in a far off song	O
Watching a white hand beckoning long	O
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'Fie on the witch ' cried a merry girl	P
As they rounded the point where Goody Cole	Q
Sat by her door with her wheel atwirl	Q
A bent and blear eyed poor old soul	Q
'Oho ' she muttered 'ye 're brave to day	R
But I hear the little waves laugh and say	R
'The broth will be cold that waits at home	D
For it 's one to go but another to come ''	-
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'She's cursed ' said the skipper 'speak her fair	S
I'm scary always to see her shake	T
Her wicked head with its wild gray hair	S
And nose like a hawk and eyes like a snake '	-
But merrily still with laugh and shout	U
From Hampton River the boat sailed out	U
Till the huts and the flakes on Star seemed nigh	V
And they lost the scent of the pines of Rye	V
	-
They dropped their lines in the lazy tide	W
Drawing up haddock and mottled cod	X
They saw not the Shadow that walked beside	W
They heard not the feet with silence shod	X
But thicker and thicker a hot mist grew	F
Shot by the lightnings through and through	F
And muffled growls like the growl of a beast	Y
Ran along the sky from west to east	Y
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Then the skipper looked from the darkening sea	A
Up to the dimmed and wading sun	Z
But he spake like a brave man cheerily	Q
'Yet there is time for our homeward run '	-
Veering and tacking they backward wore	G
And just as a breath from the woods ashore	G
Blew out to whisper of danger past	A2
The wrath of the storm came down at last	A2
	-
The skipper hauled at the heavy sail	Q
'God be our help ' he only cried	W
As the roaring gale like the stroke of a flail	Q
Smote the boat on its starboard side	W
The Shoalsmen looked but saw alone	B2
Dark films of rain cloud slantwise blown	B2
Wild rocks lit up by the lightning's glare	S
The strife and torment of sea and air	S
	-
Goody Cole looked out from her door	G
The Isles of Shoals were drowned and gone	C2
Scarcely she saw the Head of the Boar	G
Toss the foam from tusks of stone	B2
She clasped her hands with a grip of pain	D2
The tear on her cheek was not of rain	D2
'They are lost ' she muttered 'boat and crew	F
Lord forgive me my words were true '	-
	-
Suddenly seaward swept the squall	Q
The low sun smote through cloudy rack	E2
The Shoals stood clear in the light and all	Q
The trend of the coast lay hard and black	E2
But far and wide as eye could reach	F2
No life was seen upon wave or beach	F2
The boat that went out at morning never	H
Sailed back again into Hampton River	H
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O mower lean on thy bended snath	G2
Look from the meadows green and low	Q
The wind of the sea is a waft of death	G2
The waves are singing a song of woe	Q
By silent river by moaning sea	A
Long and vain shall thy watching be	A
Never again shall the sweet voice call	Q
Never the white hand rise and fall	Q
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O Rivermouth Rocks how sad a sight	K
Ye saw in the light of breaking day	R
Dead faces looking up cold and white	K
From sand and seaweed where they lay	R
The mad old witch wife wailed and wept	H2
And cursed the tide as it backward crept	H2
'Crawl back crawl back blue water snake	T
Leave your dead for the hearts that break '	-
	-
Solemn it was in that old day	R
In Hampton town and its log built church	I2
Where side by side the coffins lay	R
And the mourners stood in aisle and porch	J2
In the singing seats young eyes were dim	D
The voices faltered that raised the hymn	D
And Father Dalton grave and stern	K2
Sobbed through his prayer and wept in turn	K2
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But his ancient colleague did not pray	R
Under the weight of his fourscore years	L2
He stood apart with the iron gray	R
Of his strong brows knitted to hide his tears	M2
And a fair faced woman of doubtful fame	D
Linking her own with his honored name	D
Subtle as sin at his side withstood	N2
The felt reproach of her neighborhood	N2
	-
Apart with them like them forbid	O2
Old Goody Cole looked drearily round	P2
As two by two with their faces hid	O2
The mourners walked to the burying ground	P2
She let the staff from her clasped hands fall	Q
'Lord forgive us we're sinners all '	-
And the voice of the old man answered her	H
'Amen ' said Father Bachiler	H
	-
So as I sat upon Appledore	H
In the calm of a closing summer day	R
And the broken lines of Hampton shore	H
In purple mist of cloudland lay	R
The Rivermouth Rocks their story told	Q2
And waves aglow with sunset gold	Q2
Rising and breaking in steady chime	D
Beat the rhythm and kept the time	D
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And the sunset paled and warmed once more	H
With a softer tenderer after glow	Q
In the east was moon rise with boats off shore	H
And sails in the distance drifting slow	Q
The beacon glimmered from Portsmouth bar	H
The White Isle kindled its great red star	H
And life and death in my old time lay	R
Mingled in peace like the night and day	R
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	-
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'Well ' said the Man of Books 'your story	H
Is really not ill told in verse	R2
As the Celt said of purgatory	H
One might go farther and fare worse '	-
The Reader smiled and once again	S2
With steadier voice took up his strain	D2
While the fair singer from the neighboring tent	T2
Drew near and at his side a graceful listener bent	T2

John Greenleaf Whittier

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