As I recently wrote somewhere else, the Wordsworths and the Southeys mirror Coleridge’s Mariner in some of their own poems. – The proximity to our author’s iconic poem varying, of course.
For now, I will only be posting the texts that catch my interest – a closer look probably coming later, when I am more acquainted with the topic than I am right now.
This time, we have a poem – again, provided by Poem Hunter – that is written by Robert Southey’s second wife, Caroline Anne Southey (neé Bowles). Now, the topic of the poem seems almost antithetical to Coleridge’s poem – but whenever a member of Coleridge’s circle of friends writes a poem with “mariner” in it, it is worth a note.
The Mariner’s Hymn
Launch thy bark, mariner! Christian, God speed thee!
Let loose the rudder-bands! good angels lead thee!
Set thy sails warily; tempests will come;
Steer thy course steadily! Christian, steer home!
Look to the weather-bow, breakers are round thee!
Let fall the plummet now – shallows may ground thee.
Reef in the fore-sail there! hold the helm fast!
So – let the vessel ware! there swept the blast.
What of the night, watchman? What of the night?
‘Cloudy – all quiet – no land yet – all’s right.’
Be wakeful, be vigilant! – danger may be
At an hour when all seemeth securest to thee.
How! gains the leak so fast? Clean out the hold-
Hoist up thy merchandise – heave out thy gold!
There – let the ingots go! – now the ship rights;
Hurrah! the harbour’s near – lo, the red lights!
Slacken not sail yet at inlet or island;
Straight for the beacon steer – straight for the high land
Crowd all thy canvas on, cut through the foam –
Christian! cast anchor now – Heaven is thy home.