Richmond daily times. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1853, 1852-05-05
THE DAILY TIMES.

TIM TIE TACKIr.


Fy0ms Motheurelfs Poems.l
TIM TIE TACEAT.
A bark is lying on the sands,
No ripping wave is sparkling rher;
She seems unnamed of all her hands,
There's not a soul on board to steer her
IT'S strange to see a ship-shopc thing
Upon lonely beach thus lying,
While mystic winds for ever sing
Among its shrouds like spirits signing.
O, can it be spectre ship,
Forwearied of the storm and ocean,
That here hath ended its last trip,
And sought repose from ceaseless motion?
| deem amiss: for yonder, see,
A sailor struts in darl-blue jacket
A little man with face of glee,-
His neighbors call him Tim the Tacllet,
1 know him well; the master he
OF small bark, AN Irish coaster;
His heart is like the ocean, free,
And like the breeze his tongues boaster.
He is father, too, Pm told,
OF children ten, and some say twenty;
Butts no matter, he's grown old,
And, ten or more, he has got plenty!
List? now he sings a burIy stave
OF waves and winds and shipwrecks many,
Of flying fish ana dolphins brave,
OF mermaids lovely but uncanny.
Right oft, ween, he joys to speak
Of slim maids in the green waves dancing,
Or singing in some lonesome creek,
While kembng locks like sunbeams glancing.
O., he lath tales of wondrous things
Spied in the vast i4Td gousty ocean;
Of monstrous fish, whose giant springs
Give to the seas their rocking motion;
And serpents huge whose rings embrace
Some round leagues of the great Pacific;
And men of central Ind, sans face,
But not on that head less terrific.
Lo! he hath lit q brown cigar,
A special, smooth skinned, zeal Havana;
And swirling smoke he puifS affair."
'Tis sweet to him as desert mamma
Away, away the .reclS doth go,
In wiry thread or heavy volume;
Now black, now blue, gold, gray, or snow
In color, and in height column
His little eyes, deep-set, and hedged
All round and round with bristles hoary,
Do twinkle like hawks new-fedged, -
Sure he hath dreams of marvellous glory!
WE'LL would rather be that wight,
Contented, putting, midst his taeking,
Than star gemmed lord or gartered knight,
In masquerade or senate cackling.
He suns his limbs upon the deck,
He hears the music of the ocean;
He lives not on anothers beck,
He pines not after court promotion
He is unto HIMSELF he is
A little world within another;
And furthermore he knoweth this,
That all mankind to him is brother.
He sings his songs, and smokes his weed,
He spins his yarn of monstrous fables,
He cracks his biscuit, and at need
Can soundly sleep on coiledup cables.
Although the sea be sometimes rough,
His bark is stout, its rudder steady,
At other whites tits calm enough,
And buxom gentle lady.
In sooth, too, tits pleasant thing,
To sail, and feel the sea-breeze blowing
About ones cheek,-O! such doth bring
Full many free born thought and glowing.
For who upon the deep, deep sea,
Ere dwelt and saw its great breast heaving,
But by kindred sympathy,
Felt his own heart its trammels leaving?
The wide. and wild, the strange aud grand,
Commingle with his inmost spirit;
He feels radiance from the land,-
A boundlessness he may inherit.
Good night, thou happy, ancient man!
FAREWELL thou mariner so jolly!
pledge thee in this social can,
Thou autipode of melancholy!