And long had fed his youthful appetite; His goblets brimmed with every costly wine, Without a sigh he left, to cross the brine, And traverse Paynim shores, and pass Earth's central line.* XII. The sails were filled, and fair the light winds blew, As glad to waft him from his native home; And fast the white rocks faded from his view, And soon were lost in circumambient foam: And then, it may be, of his wish to roam Repented he, but in his bosom slept The silent thought, nor from his lips did come One word of wail, whilst others sate and wept, And to the reckless gales unmanly moaning kept. XIII. But when the sun was sinking in the sea He seized his harp, which he at times could string, And strike, albeit with untaught melody, When deemed he no strange ear was listening: And now his fingers o'er it he did fling, And tuned his farewell in the dim twilight. And fleeting shores receded from his sight, * [Byron originally intended to visit India.] 1. "ADIEU, adieu! my native shore The Night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, Yon Sun that sets upon the sea Farewell awhile to him and thee, 2. "A few short hours and he will rise Its hearth is desolate; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall; 3. "Come hither, hither, my little * page Why dost thou weep and wail? Or dost thou dread the billows' rage, [This "little page' was Robert Rushton, the son of one of Byron's tenants. "I take Robert with me," says the poet, in a letter to his mother; "I like him, because, like myself, he seems a friendless animal." The boy, being sickly, Byron, on reaching Gibraltar, sent him back to England.] * But dash the tear-drop from thine eye; Our ship is swift and strong: 4. "Let winds be shrill, let waves roll high, I fear not wave nor wind; Yet marvel not, Sir Childe, that I Am sorrowful in mind; For I have from my father gone, A mother whom I love, And have no friend, save these alone, 5. "My father blessed me fervently, [Here follows in the original MS.: "My Mother is a high-born dame, And much misliketh me; I had a sister once I ween, Whose tears perhaps will flow; For three long years and moe."] 6. 66 "Come hither, hither, my staunch yeoman,* Why dost thou look so pale? Or dost thou dread a French foeman? "Deem'st thou I tremble for my life? 7. "My spouse and boys dwell near thy hall, Along the bordering lake, 66 And when they on their father call, What answer shall she make?" But I, who am of lighter mood, Will laugh to flee away. * [William Fletcher, his faithful valet. This unsophisticated yeoman " was a constant source of pleasantry to his master:e. g. "Fletcher," he says, in a letter to his mother, "is not valiant: he requires comforts that I can dispense with, and sighs for beer, and beef, and tea, and his wife, and the devil knows what besides. We were one night lost in a thunder-storm, and since, nearly wrecked. In both cases he was sorely bewildered; from apprehensions of famine and banditti in the first, and drowning in the second instance. His eyes were a little hurt by the lightning, or crying, I don't know which. I did what I could to console him, but found him incorrigible. He sends six sighs to Sally. I shall settle him in a farm; for he has served me faithfully, and Sally is a good woman."] 8. "For who would trust the seeming sighs Of wife or paramour? Fresh feres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er. For pleasures past I do not grieve, Nor perils gathering near; No thing that claims a tear. 9. "And now I'm in the world alone, But why should I for others groan, But long ere I come back again He'd tear me where he stands.* 10. "With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go Nor care what land thou bear'st me to, * [Here follows in the original MS: "Methinks it would my bosom glad, To change my proud estate, And be again a laughing lad With one beloved playmate. Since youth I scarce have passed an hour Except sometimes in Lady's bower, Or when the bowl I drain."] |