Sea Poems. Rice Cale Young

      The slipping water soaked with soulless dark

      Fell under and around us shudderingly,

      Yet somehow brought an anxious hopefulness.

      "We're making twenty knots," I said; and felt

      Our bow cut thro the tangle of the waves

      As if the No Man's Sea ahead of us

      Would soon be crossed; and I, out to rejoin

      My regiment, could set my wife safe somewhere,

      And help again to stab that curst amphibian,

      Autocracy – whose spawn in the sea gave it

      A terror greater than infinitude's.

      For God knows, with the woman that one loves

      Aboard a ship, and only a cloud perhaps

      Between the Hun's shark eyes and sure escape

      From the black icy fathoms that would choke her,

      There's little left within a man but nerves.

      So when I drew her closer into the shelter,

      Out of the sheering wind, the life belt

      She wore seemed like a coffin in that sepulchre

      Of night and sea. And when the other, there,

      With the disaster eyes and pallid face,

      Turned half toward us, I was shaken as if

      The moon had suddenly walked out of her shroud

      With phosphorescent purpose to reveal us.

      But on we plunged and tumbled, till at last

      The blank monotonous sink and swell lulled me

      To faith. And I was only thinking softly

      Of her – my wife's – first kiss on a summer night

      Under the moonlit laurels of our home,

      When came a cry from the wan girl gazing

      Frozenly on the sea – where the moon now

      Indeed was pointing at us pallidly

      A death-path. And my throat was gripped by it,

      That clutching cry, as if the glacial depths

      Down under us already had risen up.

      So starting toward the slipping rail I called,

      "What is it? where?" For, tense as a clairvoyant,

      With eyes that seemed to feel under the tide

      The stealthy peril stalking us, she stood there.

      After a moment's gazing, I too saw —

      What she foresensed – destruction seething toward us.

      "The boats!" I cried, "the rafts!" And stumbled back

      Over the streaming deck to her I loved.

      Then the shock came, as if the sea's wild heart

      Had broken under us, and ripped the entrails,

      The human hundreds, out of our vessel's hold,

      To strew the foam with mania and despair,

      With shrieks strangled by wind and wave and terror.

      And thro that floating, mangled, blind confusion,

      Where hands reached at the infinite then sank,

      Where faces clung to wreckage as to eternity,

      I sought for her who shared my life's voyage,

      Who had been my heart's pilot; and who now,

      Wrecked with me, swirled, too, in the torn waters…

      And soon I saw her, still by that wan girl,

      Tossed on a watery omnipotence.

      Blind with brine I swam for her – as the moon,

      Her treachery done, again got to a cloud.

      Flung back by every wave, I fought; beating

      Against them as against God. And soon, somehow,

      Had reached to a limp body on the surge,

      Limp and strange – but living … and not drowned!

      Then seeing a raft near, I struggled onward,

      Gulping the sea and being gulped by it,

      But finding arms at last that drew my burden

      And me from horror to half-swooning safety.

      I could have died, I think, of the relief.

      But the moon came again, nakedly out,

      As if to see what she had done. Then I,

      Bending over the form that I had fought for,

      And chafing it, saw … not her I loved!

      Infinite Cruelty, not her I loved!..

      But that pale girl, with the eyes of all disaster.

      Oh, yes, I raved, and said God was a Hun,

      A Kaiser of a Universe that loathed him.

      And back, too, would have leapt, into the waves,

      But the same hands that saved were ready to hold me.