![]() Bon VoyageA Poem by David Lewis PagetShe stood and she watched as the storm came in With the wreck of the Unicorn, Its forward cabins under the swell, Its masts so high and forlorn, Her sailors dashed on the wicked rocks To colour the blood-red foam, ‘Oh where, oh where is my sister Kate,’ She cried with a blood-red moan. I reached on out and I spread the shawl To cover her auburn hair, The wind and rain in our faces as I stood by the wall, with Claire, The wreck was merely a hundred yards, Was foundering near the shore, With not a single man on the spars Where the sail had billowed before. We heard the bowsprit grind on the rocks, The rudder tear from the post, And Claire gave out the cry of the lost To call for the customs boat, The waves came thundering onto the shore Flung spindrift high in the air, Its mist obscured what the waves had lured To drift in a mute despair. ‘How may I save my sister Kate,’ she cried, But I couldn’t tell, The Unicorn was coming apart Was bound on its trip to hell, And Kate by locking her cabin door To keep out the surging sea, Had forged herself a coffin before The schooner had ceased to be. We found her there in the flooded room With the wreck cast up on the shore, The moment the storm had shed its gloom And the sun shone bright once more, With gentle currents making her sway And seaweed caught in her hair, She held a locket her sister gave With the line, ‘Bon voyage, Claire.’ David Lewis Paget
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