A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea
Allan Cunningham
1784 to 1842
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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There's tempest in yon horned moon,
And lightning in yon cloud;
And bends the gallant mast;
A wet sheet and a flowing sea,
I heard a fair one cry;
And white waves heaving high, my boys,
And merry men are we.
The world of waters is our home,
And bends the gallant mast, my boys,
The good ship tight and free—
A wind that follows fast,
The wind is piping loud, my boys,
And white waves heaving high;
And hark the music, mariners!
While, like the eagle free,
While the hollow oak our palace is,
The wind is piping loud;
But give to me the snoring breeze,
And fills the white and rustling sail,
Old England on the lee.
Away the good ship flies, and leaves
O for a soft and gentle wind!
Our heritage the sea.
The lightning flashing free—