Explore "Alaskan Balladry. III" by Eugene Field on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
(Skans in Love.)
I am like the wretched seal / Wounded by a barbed device -- / Helpless fellow! how I bellow, / Floundering on the jagged ice!
Sitka's beauty is the steel / That hath wrought this piteous woe: / Yet would I rather die / Than recover from the blow!
Still I'd rather live than die, / Grievous though my torment be; / Smite away, but, I pray, / Smite no victim else than me!