Dinah Maria Craik ( )


In Swanage Bay


T WAS five and forty year ago,
  Just such another morn,
The fishermen were on the beach,
  The reapers in the corn;
My tale is true, young gentlemen,
  As sure as you were born.

My tale s all true, young gentlemen,
  The fond old boatman cried
Unto the sullen, angry lads,
  Who vain obedience tried;
Mind what your father says to you,
  And dont go out this tide.

Just such a shiny sea as this,
  Smooth as a pond, you d say,
And white gulls flying, and the crafts
  Down Channel making way;
And Isle of Wight, all glittering bright,
  Seen clear from Swanage Bay.

The Battery point, the Race beyond,
  Just as to-day you see;
This was, I think, the very stone
  Where sat Dick, Dolly, and me;
She was our little sister, sirs,
  A small child, just turned three.

And Dick was mighty fond of her:
  Though a big lad and bold,
He d carry her like any nurse,
  Almost from birth, I m told;
For mother sickened soon, and died,
  When Doll was eight months old.

We sat and watched a little boat,
  Her name the Tricksy Jane,
A queer old tub laid up ashore,
  But we could see her plain;
To see her and not haul her up
  Cost us a deal of pain.

Said Dick to me, Let s have a pull,
  Father will never know,
He s busy in his wheat up there,
  And cannot see us go:
These landsmen are such cowards, if
  A puff of wind does blow.

I ve been to France and back three times,
  Who knows best, Dad or me,
Whether a craft s seaworthy or not?
  Dolly, wilt go to sea?
And Dolly laughed, and hugged him tight,
  As pleased as she could be.

I dont mean, sirs, to blame poor Dick:
  What he did, sure I d do:
And many a sail in Tricksy Jane
  We d had when she was new.
Father was always sharp; and what
  He said, he meant it too.

But now the sky had not a cloud,
  The bay looked smooth as glass;
Our Dick could manage any boat,
  As neat as ever was;
And Dolly crowed, Me go to sea!
  The jolly little lass!

Well, sirs, we went; a pair of oars,
  My jacket for a sail;
Just round Old Harry and his Wife,
  Those rocks there, within hail,
And we came back.D ye want to hear
  The end o the old mans tale?

Ay, ay, we came back, past that point,
  But then a breeze upsprung;
Dick shouted, Hoy! down sail! and pulled
  With all his might among
The white sea-horses that upreared
  So terrible and strong.

I pulled too; I was blind with fear,
  But I could hear Dicks breath
Coming and going, as he told
  Dolly to creep beneath
His jacket, and not hold him so:
  We rowed for life or death.

We almost reached the sheltered bay,
  We could see father stand
Upon the little jetty here,
  His sickle in his hand,
The houses white, the yellow fields,
  The safe and pleasant land.

And Dick, though pale as any ghost,
  Had only said to me,
We re all right now, old lad! when up
  A wave rolled,drenched us three,
One lurch,and then I felt the chill
  And roar of blinding sea.

I dont remember much but that
  You see, I m safe and sound;
I have been wrecked four times since then,
  Seen queer sights, I ll be bound:
I think folks sleep beneath the deep
  As calm as under ground.

But Dick and Dolly? Well, poor Dick!
  I saw him rise and cling
Unto the gunwale of the boat,
  Floating keel up,and sing
Out loud, Where s Doll?I hear him yet,
  As clear as anything.

Where s Dolly? I no answer made;
  For she dropped like a stone
Down through the deep sea,and it closed:
  The little thing was gone.
Where s Doll? three times,then Dick loosed hold,
  And left me there alone.

*        *        *        *        *

It s five and forty year since then,
  Muttered the boatman gray,
And drew his rough hand oer his eyes,
  And stared across the bay;
Just five and forty year! and not
  Another word did say.

But Dolly? ask the children all.
  As they about him stand;
Poor Doll! she floated back next tide
  With seaweed in her hand.
She s buried oer that hill you see,
  In a churchyard on land.

But where Dick lies, God knows! He ll find
  Our Dick at judgment day.
The boatman fell to mending nets,
  The boys ran off to play;
And the sun shone and the waves danced
  In quiet Swanage Bay.



Dinah Maria Craik's other poems:
  1. Now and Afterwards
  2. The Path Through the Corn
  3. The House of Clay
  4. Plighted
  5. Coeur De Lion


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