Ah! what pleasant visions haunt me
As I gaze upon the sea!
All the old romantic legends,
All my dreams, come back to me.
Sails of silk and ropes of sandal,
Such as gleam in ancient lore;
And the singing of the sailors,
And the answer from the shore!
Most of all, the Spanish ballad
Haunts me oft, and tarries long,
Of the noble Count Arnaldos
And the sailor's mystic song.
Telling how the Count Arnaldos,
With his hawk upon his hand
Saw a fair and stately galley,
Steering onward to the land;
How he heard the ancient helmsman
Chant a song so wild and clear,
That a sailing sea-bird slowly
Poised upon the mast to hear.
Till his soul was full of longing,
And he cried, with impulse strong, —
"Helmsman! for the love of heaven,
Teach me, too, that wondrous song!"
"Would'st thou" — so the helmsman answered, —
"Learn the secret of the sea?
Only those who brave its dangers
Comprehend its mystery!"
Henry wadsworth Longfellow, 1807-1882
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