Bradbury Season – The Sands of Dee by Charles Kingsley

I’m not sure if this is exactly what we were meant to do for Bradbury Season. If I had been asked to name a favorite Bradbury story, I might have blurted out the Veldt, but then again what of the Ice Cream Suit or The Playground or the Toynbee Convector….

But if what was wanted was a chilling poem to bring an October feel to one’s spine, here’s the poem that thrilled me so much long ago in the 7th grade….

The Sands of Dee

    “O MARY, go and call the cattle home,
    And call the cattle home,
    And call the cattle home,
           Across the sands of Dee!”
    The western wind was wild and dank with foam,
           And all alone went she.
    The western tide crept up along the sand,
    And o’er and o’er the sand,
    And round and round the sand,
           As far as eye could see.
    The rolling mist came down and hid the land–
           And never home came she.
    “Oh! is it weed, or fish, or floating hair–
    A tress of golden hair,
    A drownèd maiden’s hair
           Above the nets at sea?
    Was never salmon yet that shone so fair
           Among the stakes on Dee.”
    They rowed her in across the rolling foam,
    The cruel crawling foam,
    The cruel hungry foam,
           To her grave beside the sea;
    But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home
           Across the sands of Dee.

One Response

  1. I LOVE this poem.

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