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THE INCHCAPE ROCK-ICSE-IX-X-ENGLISH





No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,
The ship was still as she could be,
Her sails from heaven received no
motion,
Her keel was steady in the ocean.
 
Without either sign or sound of their
shock
The waves flow’d over the Inchcape
Rock;
So little they rose, so little they
fell,
They did not move the Inchcape Bell.
 
The Abbot of Aberbrothok
Had placed that bell on the Inchcape
Rock;
On a buoy in the storm it floated and
swung,
And over the waves its warning rung.
 
When the Rock was hid by the surge’s
swell,
The mariners heard the warning bell;
And then they knew the perilous Rock,
And blest the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
 
The Sun in heaven was shining gay,
All things were joyful on that day;
The sea-birds scream’d as they wheel’d
round,
And there was joyaunce in their sound.
 
The buoy of the Inchcape Bell was seen
A darker speck on the ocean green;
Sir Ralph the Rover walk’d his deck,
And he fix’d his eye on the darker
speck.
 
He felt the cheering power of spring,
It made his whistle, it made him sing;
His heart was mirthful to excess,
But the Rover’s mirth was wickedness.
 
His eye was on the Inchcape float;
Quoth he, ‘My men, put out the boat,
And row me to the Inchcape Rock,
And I’ll plague the Abbot of
Aberbrothok.’
 
The boat is lower’d, the boatmen row,
And to the Inchcape Rock they go;
Sir Ralph bent over from the boat,
And he cut the Bell from the Inchcape
float.
 
Down sunk the Bell with a gurgling
sound,
The bubbles rose and burst around;
Quoth Sir Ralph, ‘The next who comes to
the Rock
Won’t bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok.’
 
Sir Ralph the Rover sail’d away,
He scour’d the seas for many a day;
And now grown rich with plunder’d
store,
He steers his course for Scotland’s
shore.
 
So thick a haze o’erspreads the sky
They cannot see the Sun on high;
The wind hath blown a gale all day,
At evening it hath died away.
 
On the deck the Rover takes his stand,
So dark it is they see no land.
Quoth Sir Ralph, ‘It will be lighter
soon,
For there is the dawn of the rising
Moon.’
 
‘Canst hear,’ said one, ‘the breakers
roar?
For methinks we should be near the
shore.’
‘Now where we are I cannot tell,
But I wish I could hear the Inchcape
Bell.’
 
They hear no sound, the swell is
strong;
Though the wind hath fallen they drift
along,
Till the vessel strikes with a
shivering shock,―
‘Oh Christ! It is the Inchcape Rock!’
 
Sit Ralph the Rover tore his hair;
He curst himself in his despair;
The waves rush in on every side,
The
ship is sinking beneath the tide.
 
But
even in his dying fear
One
dreadful sound could the Rover hear,
A
sound as if with the Inchcape Bell,
The
Devil below was ringing his knell.


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