I cursed the ship, the shore, the sea, The brave brown mate, the bearded men. I had a fever then, and then Ship, shore, and sea, were one to me; I never saw my chief again, I never sought again the shore, Or saw my white-walled city more. I could not bear the more than pain At sight of blossomed orange-trees Or blended song of birds and bees, The sweeping shadows of the palm, Or spicy breath of bay and balm. And, striving to forget the while, I wandered through the dreary isle, Here black with juniper, and there Made white with goats in summer coats,The only things that anywhere We found with life in all the land, Save birds that ran long-billed and brown, Long-legged and still as shadows are, Like dancing shadows, up and down The sea-rim on the sweltering sand. The warm sea laid his dimpled face, With every white hair smoothed in place, As if asleep, against the land; Great turtles slept upon his breast, As thick as eggs in any nest; I could have touched them with my hand. VI. I WOULD Some things were dead and hid, I give my hand; the world is wide; Then farewell memories of yore, Between us let strife be no more; Turn as you choose to either side; Say Fare-you-well, shake hands, and saySpeak loud, and say with stately grace, Hand clutching hand, face bent to faceFarewell for ever and a day. O passion-tossed and bleeding past, Part now, part well, part wide apart, As ever ships on ocean slid Down, down the sea, hull, sail, and mast! And in the album of my heart Let hide the pictures of your face, With other pictures in their place The days and grass grow long together; They now fell short and crisp again, Grew dark and wrinkled at the weather. I knew, At last one night they came. The proud chief still disdained to fly, VII. My recollection, like a ghost, VIII. Years after, sheltered from the sun A black Muchacho by me lay How he once fought, how long and well, |