The Seafarer

modern version

Lines divide:

stanza 1 MV = lines 1-6a AS; 2 = 6b-8a; 3 = 8b-12a; 4 = 12b-16; 5 = 17; 6 = 18-25a; 7 = 25b-26; 8 = 27-30; 9 = 31-33a; 10/11 = 33b-38; 12 = 39-43; 13 = 44-47; 14 = 48-52; 15 = 53-55a; 16 = 55b-57; 17 = 58-62a; 18 = 62b-64a; 19 = 64b-67; 20 = 68-71; 21 = 72-80a; 22 = 80b-85; 23 = 86-93; 24 = 94-99; 25 = 100-105; 26 = 106-107; 27 = 108; 28 = 109-116; 29 = 117-122a; 30 = 122b-124/5; and index. Click on numbers for teleportation.

1: 1-6a

MAY my words spell the truth: of the ways I toiled

distraught, for days on end

enduring cares and bitter bale

within my breast, my keel cleaving

endless halls of heaving waves

2: 6b-8a

I would often at the bark's bows wake

the strait night through, steering

her clear of clashing cliffs

3: 8b-12a

Cold fetters froze my feet

and hunger seared my heart

with sore sea-weariness


4: 12b-16

That man lolling on fair land

has no earthly inkling of how I

a wretched wreck on ice-cold seas

weathered each winter

exiled from kith and kin

5: 17

Hail scoured my skin, and hoar

hung heavy

6: 18-25a

All I ever heard along the ice-way

was sounding sea, the gannet's shanty

whooper and curlew calls and mewling gull

were all my gaming, mead and mirth

At tempest-tested granite crags

the ice-winged tern would taunt

spray-feathered ospreys overhead

would soar and scream


7: 25b-26

No kinsman near to fend off need

no one to comfort or console

8: 27-30

That fine fellow, carefree in his cups

set snugly up in town, cannot conceive

the load I hauled along the sea-lanes

9: 31-33a

The dark night deepens, northern snow

hardens the soil and hail hits earth

like cold corn


10: 33b-38

Yet my heart hammers now, yearning anew

wanting the steep salt-water road

longing with lust to roam rough seas, alone

to seek out some far foreign shore

11: 36

The mood to wander mills within my mind

12: 39-43

But none on earth may be so proud

so prodigal or yare in youth

nor so express in action

nor smiled on by so mild a master

that he embark with unconcern

what end for him the Master may intend

13: 44-47

He will not heed the harp though

and is not gladdened by gold rings

nor woman's winning ways

and wants no worldly joys

only the rolling oceans urge him on

the wave play pulls him and impels


14: 48-52

Then blossom decks the bower's bough

the bothie blooms, the sea meads gleam

the wide world racks the restless mind

of him who on the full flood tide

determines to depart

15: 53-55a

And heralding his summer hoard of pain

the gowk repeats his plaintive geck

foreboding bitterness of breast

16: 55b-57

Soft-bedded bloods cannot conceive

what some men suffer as abroad

they travel tracks of exile


17: 58-62a

Reckless of that, my thought is thrown

beyond my heart's cage now. My mind is cast

upon the sea swell, over the whale's world

widely to course creation's coast:

a closing rapture keenly calls

18: 62b-64a

THE summons wails above on wing

it steels the unarmed soul to start

across the waters where the whale sways

19: 64b-67

God's visions are to me more vivid

than this dead life loaned out on land

I know its leasehold will not last


20: 68-71

Still three things twist man's mind

until the day his doom is sealed

age, illness or some stroke of hate

will seize sense from him

21: 72-80a

So any noble spirit will aspire to earn

an everlasting epitaph of praise

for good deeds done on earth, bold blows

dealt at the Devil and against fell foe

before his passing, that posterity

delights enjoyed for ever by the brave

among the angels may perpetuate


22: 80b-85

The days of glory have decayed

the earth has spilled its splendour

there are no captains now, no kings

gold givers such as once there were

the lords who lived to purchase fame

and utmost laud among their peers

23: 86-93

Virtue is fallen, visions are faded

the weak are left to hold this world

worn low. The flower of the field is old

the leaf is withered and the laurel sere

Throughout this middle isthmus man

meets age hoar-headed, bleak of face

by former friends forsaken, grieving over

scions of lineage long since gone


24: 94-99

Life ebbs, the flesh feels less

and fails to savour sweet or sour

is frail of hand, feeble of mind

Though men may bury treasured pelf

beside their brother's born remains

and sow his grave with golden goods

he goes where gold is worthless

25 = 100-105

Nor can his sinful soul, quaking before his God

call hoarded gold or mortal glory to his aid

that Architect is awesome

Whose might moves the world

Whose hand has fixed the firmament

earth's vaults and vapours


26: 106-107

Dull is the man who does not dread the Lord

on him will death's descent be sudden

blissful the man that meekly lives

on him will heaven benisons bestow

27: 108

A mind was given man by God to glory in his might

28: 109-116

A man should steer a steadfast course

be constant, clean and just in judgement

a man should curb his love or loathing

though flame consume his comrade

and fire the funeral pyre

for fate is set more surely

God more great, than any man surmise

29: 117-122a

Come, consider where we have a home, how

we can travel to it, how our travail here

will lead us to the living well-head

and heaven haven of our Lord's love

30 = 122b-124/5

Thus let us thank His hallowed name

that He has granted us His grace

Dominion enduring, the Ancient of Days

for all time






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