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A dear old couple my grandparents were	A
And kind to all dumb things they saw in Heaven	B
The lamb that Jesus petted when a child	C
Their faith was never draped by Doubt to them	D
Death was a rainbow in Eternity	E
That promised everlasting brightness soon	F
An old seafaring man was he a rough	G
Old man but kind and hairy like the nut	H
Full of sweet milk All day on shore he watched	I
The winds for sailors' wives and told what ships	J
Enjoyed fair weather and what ships had storms	K
He watched the sky and he could tell for sure	L
What afternoons would follow stormy morns	K
If quiet nights would end wild afternoons	K
He leapt away from scandal with a roar	M
And if a whisper still possessed his mind	N
He walked about and cursed it for a plague	O
He took offence at Heaven when beggars passed	P
And sternly called them back to give them help	Q
In this old captain's house I lived and things	K
That house contained were in ships' cabins once	K
Sea shells and charts and pebbles model ships	K
Green weeds dried fishes stuffed and coral stalks	K
Old wooden trunks with handles of spliced rope	R
With copper saucers full of monies strange	S
That seemed the savings of dead men not touched	T
To keep them warm since their real owners died	U
Strings of red beads methought were dipped in blood	V
And swinging lamps as though the house might move	W
An ivory lighthouse built on ivory rocks	K
The bones of fishes and three bottled ships	K
And many a thing was there which sailors make	X
In idle hours when on long voyages	K
Of marvellous patience to no lovely end	Y
And on those charts I saw the small black dots	K
That were called islands and I knew they had	Z
Turtles and palms and pirates' buried gold	A2
There came a stranger to my granddad's house	K
The old man's nephew a seafarer too	B2
A big strong able man who could have walked	C2
Twm Barlum's hill all clad in iron mail	D2
So strong he could have made one man his club	E2
To knock down others Henry was his name	F2
No other name was uttered by his kin	G2
And here he was sooth illclad but oh	H2
Thought I what secrets of the sea are his	K
This man knows coral islands in the sea	K
And dusky girls heartbroken for white men	I2
More rich than Spain when the Phoenicians shipped	J2
Silver for common ballast and they saw	K
Horses at silver mangers eating grain	K2
This man has seen the wind blow up a mermaid's hair	L2
Which like a golden serpent reared and stretched	M2
To feel the air away beyond her head	N2
He begged my pennies which I gave with joy	O2
He will most certainly return some time	P2
A self made king of some new land and rich	Q2
Alas that he the hero of my dreams	K
Should be his people's scorn for they had rose	K
To proud command of ships whilst he had toiled	R2
Before the mast for years and well content	S2
Him they despised and only Death could bring	T2
A likeness in his face to show like them	D
For he drank all his pay nor went to sea	K
As long as ale was easy got on shore	M
Now in his last long voyage he had sailed	U2
From Plymouth Sound to where sweet odours fan	V2
The Cingalese at work and then back home	W2
But came not near my kin till pay was spent	S2
He was not old yet seemed so for his face	K
Looked like the drowned man's in the morgue when it	X2
Has struck the wooden wharves and keels of ships	K
And all his flesh was pricked with Indian ink	Y2
His body marked as rare and delicate	H
As dead men struck by lightning under trees	K
And pictured with fine twigs and curl d ferns	K
Chains on his neck and anchors on his arms	K
Rings on his fingers bracelets on his wrist	Z2
And on his breast the Jane of Appledore	M
Was schooner rigged and in full sail at sea	K
He could not whisper with his strong hoarse voice	K
No more than could a horse creep quietly	K
He laughed to scorn the men that muffled close	K
For fear of wind till all their neck was hid	A3
Like Indian corn wrapped up in long green leaves	K
He knew no flowers but seaweeds brown and green	B3
He knew no birds but those that followed ships	K
Full well he knew the water world he heard	C3
A grander music there than we on land	D3
When organ shakes a church swore he would make	X
The sea his home though it was always roused	E3
By such wild storms as never leave Cape Horn	F3
Happy to hear the tempest grunt and squeal	G3
Like pigs heard dying in a slaughterhouse	K
A true born mariner and this his hope	R
His coffin would be what his cradle was	K
A boat to drown in and be sunk at sea	K
Salted and iced in Neptune's larder deep	H3
This man despised small coasters fishing smacks	K
He scorned those sailors who at night and morn	F3
Can see the coast when in their little boats	K
They go a six days' voyage and are back	I3
Home with their wives for every Sabbath day	J3
Much did he talk of tankards of old beer	M
And bottled stuff he drank in other lands	K
Which was a liquid fire like Hell to gulp	K3
But Paradise to sip	L3
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And so he talked	C2
Nor did those people listen with more awe	M3
To Lazurus whom they had seen stone dead	N2
Than did we urchins to that seaman's voice	K
He many a tale of wonder told of where	M
At Argostoli Cephalonia's sea	K
Ran over the earth's lip in heavy floods	K
And then again of how the strange Chinese	K
Conversed much as our homely Blackbirds sing	T2
He told us how he sailed in one old ship	L3
Near that volcano Martinique whose power	M
Shook like dry leaves the whole Caribbean seas	K
And made the sun set in a sea of fire	M
Which only half was his and dust was thick	N3
On deck and stones were pelted at the mast	P
Into my greedy ears such words that sleep	H3
Stood at my pillow half the night perplexed	O3
He told how isles sprang up and sank again	I2
Between short voyages to his amaze	K
How they did come and go and cheated charts	K
Told how a crew was cursed when one man killed	P3
A bird that perched upon a moving barque	N3
And how the sea's sharp needles firm and strong	N3
Ripped open the bellies of big iron ships	K
Of mighty icebergs in the Northern seas	K
That haunt the far hirizon like white ghosts	K
He told of waves that lift a ship so high	Q3
That birds could pass from starboard unto port	R3
Under her dripping keel	G3
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Oh it was sweet	S3
To hear that seaman tell such wondrous tales	K
How deep the sea in parts that drown d men	I2
Must go a long way to their graves and sink	N3
Day after day and wander with the tides	K
He spake of his own deeds of how he sailed	U2
One summer's night along the Bosphorus	K
And he who knew no music like the wash	T3
Of waves against a ship or wind in shrouds	K
Heard then the music on that woody shore	M
Of nightingales and feared to leave the deck	N3
He thought 'twas sailing into Paradise	K
To hear these stories all we urchins placed	U3
Our pennies in that seaman's ready hand	D3
Until one morn he signed on for a long cruise	K
And sailed away we never saw him more	M
Could such a man sink in the sea unknown	V3
Nay he had found a land with something rich	Q2
That kept his eyes turned inland for his life	W3
'A damn bad sailor and a landshark too	B2
No good in port or out' my granddad said	N2

William Henry Davies

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