Monday, July 25, 2016

Matrilineal Monday: 'The Sun in the heaven was shining gay, All things were joyful on that day'


Michael & Mary Josephine (Mullane) Coyle

This is the second of two poems by great grandmother, Mary Josephine (Mullane) Coyle, 1867 – 1927, like to recite. Her youngest daughter, Kathleen G. Coyle, told me her mother would hold her on her lap and recite the poems. At 90 years of age Kathleen could still recite the poems herself.


I like some of the language in the poem such as the ‘joyaunce in their sound’ of the sea birds. I wonder if my great grandmother liked the language or if she liked the lesson in the poem. Sir Ralph steals the bell to annoy the Abbot but if he had left the bell in place it would have saved his life.



I have enjoyed poetry for much of my life and I wonder if that is something I inherited from Mary Jo. It is always comforting to find small links between ourselves and those who walked before us.

Giant's Causeway, 2012, Ireland




Inchcape Rock 



By Robert Southey

No stir in the air, no stir in the sea, 
The Ship was still as she could be; 
Her sails from heaven received no motion, 
Her keel was steady in the ocean. 


Without either sign or sound of their shock, 

The waves flow’d over the Inchcape Rock; 

So little they rose, so little they fell, 

They did not move the Inchcape Bell.



The Abbot of Aberbrothok 

Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock; 

On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung, 

And over the waves its warning rung.



When the Rock was hid by the surge’s swell, 

The Mariners heard the warning Bell; 

And then they knew the perilous Rock, 

And blest the Abbot of Aberbrothok



The Sun in the heaven was shining gay, 

All things were joyful on that day; 

The sea-birds scream’d as they wheel’d round, 

And there was joyaunce in their sound. 



The buoy of the Inchcape Bell was seen

A darker speck on the ocean green; 

Sir Ralph the Rover walk’d his deck, 

And fix’d his eye on the darker speck. 



He felt the cheering power of spring, 

It made him whistle, it made him sing; 

His heart was mirthful to excess, 

But the Rover’s mirth was wickedness. 



His eye was on the Inchcape Float; 

Quoth he, “My men, put out the boat, 

And row me to the Inchcape Rock, 

And I’ll plague the Abbot of Aberbrothok.” 



The boat is lower’d, the boatmen row, 

And to the Inchcape Rock they go; 

Sir Ralph bent over from the boat, 

And he cut the bell from the Inchcape Float.



Down sank the Bell with a gurgling sound, 

The bubbles rose and burst around; 

Quoth Sir Ralph, “The next who comes to the Rock,

Won’t bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok.” 



Sir Ralph the Rover sail’d away, 

He scour’d the seas for many a day; 

And now grown rich with plunder’d store, 

He steers his course for Scotland’s shore. 



So thick a haze o’erspreads the sky, 

They cannot see the sun on high; 

The wind hath blown a gale all day, 

At evening it hath died away. 



On the deck the Rover takes his stand, 

So dark it is they see no land. 

Quoth Sir Ralph, “It will be lighter soon, 

For there is the dawn of the rising Moon.” 



“Canst hear,” said one, “the breakers roar? 

For methinks we should be near the shore.” 

“Now, where we are I cannot tell, 

But I wish we could hear the Inchcape Bell.” 



They hear no sound, the swell is strong, 

Though the wind hath fallen they drift along; 

Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock, 

“Oh Christ! It is the Inchcape Rock!” 



Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair, 

He curst himself in his despair; 

The waves rush in on every side, 

The ship is sinking beneath the tide. 



But even is his dying fear, 

One dreadful sound could the Rover hear; 

A sound as if with the Inchcape Bell, 

The Devil below was ringing his knell. 





5 comments:

  1. What a lovely post, Colleen. Great old photo. And thank you for sharing the poem, parts of which are familiar but which I've never seen in its entirety.

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  2. Beautiful poem;Karma took care of Sir Ralph.

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  3. Beautiful poem. I love it when I find a connection to an ancestor.

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    1. Michelle, I like to picture my great grandmother, with her children gathered around, reciting the poem. Somehow it is a connection through time & generations.

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