'Crossing
the Fairport Bar'
'Thos. Kydd'
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OUT to sea, from the old red pier,
When
the morning is breaking fair,
I gaze, and the lapping of wavelets hear,
And
I revel in ocean air.
My heart keeps time with the lap and spray
As,
bearing to seaward far,
The fisherman silently sailing away
Is
crossing the Fairport bar.
In from sea, in the autumn day,
With
the sun on the western rim,
The wild waves hurry and break away
On
the lee-landphantom-dim.
And keen through his rigging the tempest sings
As,
steady, each gallant tar
Stands at his post as his vessel swings
Crossing
the Fairport bar. |
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I think of Youth on the old red pier,
Ere
the din of day is begun ;
I think of Age, in the winter blear,
When
the voyage is almost done :
And I wonder if I shall as calmly stand
As
that weary but dauntless tar,
When my bark is nearing the silent land
Is
crossing the Fairport bar. |
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