Interactive Literature Selections The Wreck of the Hesperus

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Hesperus

	It was the schooner¹ Hesperus,
		That sailed the wintry sea;
	And the skipper had taken his little daughter,
		To bear him company.

5	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,
10		His pipe was in his mouth,
	And he watched how the veering flaw² did blow
		The smoke now West, now South.

	Then up and spake an old Sailor,
		Had sailed the Spanish Main,³
15	“I pray thee, put into yonder port,
		For I fear a hurricane.

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Guided Reading Question 1
Who is at sea with the skipper? How is this person described?
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	“Last night the moon had a golden ring,
		And tonight no moon we see!”
	The skipper he blew a whiff from his pipe,
20		And a scornful laugh laughed he.

	Colder and colder blew the wind,
		A gale from the North-east;
	The snow fell hissing in the brine,⁴
		And the billows frothed like yeast.

25	Down came the storm, and smote amain,
		The vessel in its strength;
	She shuddered and paused, like a frightened steed,
		Then leaped her cable’s length.

	“Come hither! come hither! my little daughter,
30		And do not tremble so;
	For I can weather the roughest gale,
		That ever wind did blow.”

	He wrapped her warm in his seaman’s coat
		Against the stinging blast;
35	He cut a rope from a broken spar,⁵
		And bound her to the mast.

	“O father! I hear the church-bells ring,
		O say, what may it be?”
	“Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!”
40		And he steered for the open sea.

	“O father! I hear the sound of guns,
		O say, what may it be?”
	“Some ship in distress, that cannot live
		In such an angry sea!”

45	“O father! I see a gleaming light,
		O say, what may it be?”
	But the father answered never a word,
		A frozen corpse was he.

	Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,
50		With his face turned to the skies,
	The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow
		On his fixed and glassy eyes.

	Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed
		That savèd she might be;
55	And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave,
		On the Lake of Galilee.

	And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
		Through the whistling sleet and snow,
	Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept
60		Towards the reef of Norman’s Woe.

	And ever the fitful gusts between
		A sound came from the land;
	It was the sound of the trampling surf,
		On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.

65	The breakers were right beneath her bows,
		She drifted a dreary wreck,
	And a whooping billow swept the crew
		Like icicles from her deck.

	She struck where the white and fleecy waves
70		Looked soft as carded⁶ wool,
	But the cruel rocks, they gored⁷ her side
		Like the horns of an angry bull.

	Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice,
		With the masts went by the board;
75	Like a vessel of glass, she stove⁸ and sank,
		Ho! ho! the breakers roared!

	At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach,
		A fisherman stood aghast⁹
	To see the form of a maiden fair,
80		Lashed close to a drifting mast.

Guided Reading Question 2
What has happened to the skipper?
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	The salt sea was frozen on her breast,
		The salt tears in her eyes;
	And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed,
		On the billows fall and rise.

85	Such was the wreck of the Hesperus,
		In the midnight and the snow!
	Christ save us all from a death like this
		On the reef of Norman’s Woe!

Guided Reading Question 3
What has happened to the skipper’s daughter? How does she look now?
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