Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume V. Nature. 1904. | | | | VII. The Sea | | My Brigantine | | James Fenimore Cooper (1789–1851) |
| | From “The Water Witch”
JUST in thy mould and beauteous in thy form, | |
| Gentle in roll and buoyant on the surge, | |
| Light as the sea-fowl rocking in the storm, | |
| In breeze and gale thy onward course we urge, | |
| My water-queen! | 5 |
| Lady of mine, | |
| More light and swift than thou none thread the sea | |
| With surer keel or steadier on its path, | |
| We brave each waste of ocean-mystery | |
| And laugh to hear the howling tempest’s wrath, | 10 |
| For we are thine. | |
| My brigantine! | |
| Trust to the mystic power that points thy way, | |
| Trust to the eye that pierces from afar; | |
| Trust the red meteors that around thee play, | 15 |
| And, fearless, trust the Sea-Green Lady’s star, | |
| Thou bark divine! | | | | |
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