Casabianca (Poème)

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The boy stood on the burning deck

Whence all but he had fled;

The flame that lit the battle's wreck

Shone round him o'er the dead.

Yet beautiful and bright he stood,

As born to rule the storm;

A creature of heroic blood,

A proud, though child-like form.

The flames rolled on–he would not go

Without his Father's word;

That father, faint in death below,

His voice no longer heard.

He called aloud–« say, Father, say

If yet my task is done? »

He knew not that the chieftain lay

Unconscious of his son.

« Speak, father! » once again he cried,

« If I may yet be gone! »

And but the booming shots replied,

And fast the flames rolled on.

Upon his brow he felt their breath,

And in his waving hair,

And looked from that lone post of death

In still yet brave despair.

And shouted but once more aloud,

« My father! must I stay? »

While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,

The wreathing fires made way.

They wrapt the ship in splendour wild,

They caught the flag on high,

And streamed above the gallant child,

Like banners in the sky.

There came a burst of thunder sound–

The boy–oh! where was he?

Ask of the winds that far around

With fragments strewed the sea!–

With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,

That well had borne their part–

But the noblest thing which perished there

Was that young faithful heart.

This Edition: Hemans, Felicia Dorothea. The Poetical Works of Felicia Dorothea Hemans London: Oxford University Press, 1914. p. 396.

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Le garçon se tenait sur le pont brûlant

D'où tous sauf lui s'étaient sauvés;

La flamme qui avait allumé l'épave de la bataille

Brilla autour de lui par dessus les morts.

Déjà beau et brillant il se tenait là,

Comme né pour régner sur la tempête;

Une créature d'un sang héroïque,

Fier, bien que sous une forme enfantine.

Les flammes descendirent, il ne pouvait partir

Sans l'ordre de son père.

Ce père, succombé dans un cri,

Dont la voix ne serait plus jamais entendue.

Il appela très fort-« Dis-moi, père, dis-moi

Si j'ai accompli ma tâche. »

Il ne savait pas que le capitaine

N'avait plus conscience de son fils.

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