The ship in the desert [verse] by Joaquin Miller

9781458898609: The ship in the desert [verse] by Joaquin Miller
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1875 edition. Excerpt: ... Who more than once with hissing breath Had set his teeth and pray'd for death, Have fled these men, or wherefore fly Before them now? why not defy? His midnight men were strong and true, And not unused to strife, and knew The masonry of steel right well, And all its signs that lead to hell. It might have been his youth had wrought Some wrong his years would now repair That made him fly and still forbear; It might have been he only sought To lead them to some fatal snare And let them die by piece-meal there. It might have been that his own blood, A brother, son, pursued with curse. It might have been, this woman fair Was his own child, an only thing To love in all the universe, And that the old man's iron will Kept pirate's child from pirate still. These rovers had a world their own, Had laws, lived lives, went ways unknown. I say it was not shame or fear Of any man or anything That death in any shape might bring. It might have been some lofty sense Of his own truth and innocence--Nay! nay! what need of reasons here? They touch'd a fringe of tossing trees That bound a mountain's brow like bay, And through the fragrant boughs a breeze Blew salt-flood freshness. Far away, From mountain brow to desert base Lay chaos, space, unbounded space, In one vast belt of purple bound. The black men cried, "The sea!" They bow'd Their black heads in their hard black hands. They wept for joy. They laugh'd, and broke The silence of an age, and spoke Of rest at last, and, group'd in bands, They threw their long black arms about Each other's necks, and laugh'd aloud, Then wept again with laugh and shout. Yet Morgan spake no word, but led His band with oft-averted head Right through the cooling trees, till he Stood out upon the lofty brow And mighty mountain wall....

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