['The Wreck of the Hesperus' by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, read by Conor Dennin]
It was the schooner Hesperus
That sailed the wintry sea;
And the skipper had taken his little daughtèr
To bear him company
Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax
Her cheeks like the dawn of day
And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds
That ope in the month of May
The skipper he stood beside the helm
His pipe was in his mouth
And he watched how the veering flaw did blow
The smoke now West, now South
Then up and spakе an old Sailòr
Had sailed to the Spanish Main
"I pray thee, put into yonder port
For I fеar a hurricane
"Last night, the moon had a golden ring
And to-night no moon we see!"
The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe
And a scornful laugh laughed he
It was the schooner Hesperus
That sailed the wintry sea;
And the skipper had taken his little daughtèr
To bear him company
Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax
Her cheeks like the dawn of day
And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds
That ope in the month of May
The skipper he stood beside the helm
His pipe was in his mouth
And he watched how the veering flaw did blow
The smoke now West, now South
Then up and spakе an old Sailòr
Had sailed to the Spanish Main
"I pray thee, put into yonder port
For I fеar a hurricane
"Last night, the moon had a golden ring
And to-night no moon we see!"
The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe
And a scornful laugh laughed he
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