Dauber: A Poem

"I was the only boy, and father thought I'd farm the Spital after he was dead, And many a time he took me out and taught About manures and seed-corn white and red, And soils and...

Four bells were struck, the watch was called on deck, All work aboard was over for the hour, And some men sang and others played at check, Or mended clothes or watched the sunse...

That night the snow fell between six and seven, A little feathery fall so light, so dry-- An aimless dust out of a confused heaven, Upon an air no steadier than a sigh; The powd...

So up upon the topsail yard again, In the great tempest's fiercest hour, began Probation to the Dauber's soul, of pain Which crowds a century's torment in a span. For the next m...