Identifier: bookofgoldotherp00trow (find matches)
Title: The book of gold, and other poems
Year: 1878 (1870s)
Authors: Trowbridge, J. T. (John Townsend), 1827-1916 Charles E. Feinberg Collection of Walt Whitman (Library of Congress) DLC
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Publisher: New York : Harper & Bros.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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" ONE MAD BREEZE HAS SNATCHED HER BONNET, AND ANOTHER HAS HER HAIR."

Then as she is wildly leaning, gazing downward in despair,
One mad breeze has snatched her bonnet, and another has her hair.
It all happened in a moment: in the ocean sink the pearls,
And far off upon the water float the bonnet and the curls.

And could that be Arabella, the pale ghost that shrieking fled?—
All below, a lovely woman, but above, a spectral head !

THE BALLAD OF ARABELLA. 75

Something sadder than sea-sickness now disturbed the maidens breast,
And it wasnt her lost tresses that had left her so distressed.

Brown was busy with his fishing, and just then he had a bite ;
The sharp line it cut his fingers, but he pulled with all his might.
" Help !" he shouted. 'Twas a monster, but at last it flopping lay
In the yacht, just at the moment they were getting under way.
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" HERE'S YOUR BEAUTIFUL NEW BONNET, AND YOUR WAVY HAIR."

" Now whats up?" says Brown. " The anchor — and a big fish on
your line!

Don't you know ? Why, Arabella gave her salt tears to the brine,
And her hair-pins to the sculpins, and, the oddest thing of all,
What should fall into the water but her thundering water-fall!"

Much amazed was Brown to hear it (though the worst had not been
said),
When up spoke the jovial skipper, " Now lets put for Porpoise Head;

76 THE BALLAD OF ARABELLA.

There well land and have our chowder; we have fish enough,"
says he.
" First the locks are to be rescued; we will run then for the quay.

Steer for yonder bobbing buoy!" It was the chignon that he meant.
Soon the yacht was laid along-side; out from her a paddle went.
Vastly pleased were all to see it, and indeed they had been dull
Not to smile at womans tresses dripping from The Mermaid's scull.

Then they made for Porpoise Landing. In the cabin, Birch the while
Pleaded fondly with his lady: " Dearest, let me see you smile!
Here's your beautiful new bonnet, and your very wavy hair."
But she said, "Oh, what's a bonnet? and, oh, Colonel! what is hair?"

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