The White Ship



This is an Anglish of 'The White Ship' by H. P. Lovecraft.  by Wordwork. See the wender's leaf for more on the wordings.

English Spelling
I am Basil Elton, keeper of the North light that my father and  kept before me. Far from the shore stands the grey lighthouse, above sunken slimy that  seen when the tide is, but unseen when the tide is high. that beacon for a have swept the   of the seven seas. In the days of my there were many; in the days of my father not so many; and now there  so few that I sometimes feel  alone, as though I were the last man on our.

From far shores came those white-sailed of old; from far Eastern shores where warm suns shine and sweet  linger about   and. The old of the sea came often to my  and told him of these things, which in  he told to my father, and my father told to me in the long  evenings when the wind howled eerily from the East. And I have read more of these things, and of many things besides, in the books men gave me when I was young and filled with wonder.

But more wonderful than the lore of old men and the lore of books is the lore of. , green, grey, white, or black; smooth, ruffled, or ; that is not. All my days have I watched it and listened to it, and I know it well. At first it told to me only the little tales of calm beaches and near, but with the years it grew more friendly and spoke of other things; of things more  and more  in  and in time. Sometimes at twilight the grey of the  have  to  me glimpses of the ways beyond; and sometimes at night the deep waters of the sea have grown  and, to  me glimpses of the ways beneath. And these glimpses have been as often of the ways that were and the ways that might be, as of the ways that are; for is more  than the, and  with the  and the  of Time.

Out of the South it was that the White Ship come when the moon was full and high in the heavens. Out of the South it would glide smoothly and  over the sea. And whether the sea was rough or calm, and whether the wind was friendly or, it would always glide smoothly and , its sails and its long   of. One night I upon the  a man, bearded and, and he  to beckon me to  for fair unknown shores. Many times afterward I saw him under the full moon, and ever did he beckon me.

brightly did the moon shine on the night I answered the, and I walked out over the waters to the White Ship on a bridge of moonbeams. The man who had beckoned now spoke a welcome to me in a soft I  to know well, and the  were filled with soft songs of the  as we glided away into a  South, golden with the glow of that full, mellow moon.

And when the day dawned, rosy and, I beheld the green shore of far lands, bright and , and to me unknown. Up from the sea rose lordly of, tree-studded, and shewing here and there the gleaming white roofs and  of. As we drew nearer the green shore the bearded man told me of that land, the Land of Zar, where all the  and thoughts of  that come to men once and then  forgotten. And when I looked upon the  I saw that what he said was true, for among the sights before me were many things I had once seen through the mists beyond the  and in the  depths of. There too were and  more  than any I had ever known; the  of young  who  in  before the world could learn of what  had seen and. But we did not set foot upon the sloping meadows of Zar, for it is told that who treads  may nevermore  to   shore.

As the White Ship sailed away from the   of Zar, we beheld on the   ahead the spires of a mighty ; and the bearded man said to me: “This is Thalarion, the  of a Thousand Wonders, wherein  all those  that man has   to fathom.” And I looked, at  , and saw that the  was greater than any  I had known or  of before. Into the the spires of its  reached, so that no man might behold  ; and far back beyond the  stretched the grim, grey walls, over which one might  only a few roofs, weird and, yet  with rich  and. I yearned mightily to this  yet , and besought the bearded man to land me at the stone  by the  carven gate Akariel; but he   my wish, saying: “Into Thalarion, the  of a Thousand Wonders, many have  but none. Therein walk only and mad things that  no longer men, and the streets  white with the unburied bones of those who have looked upon the  Lathi, that  over the .” So the White Ship sailed on  the walls of Thalarion, and followed for many days a southward-flying bird, whose   matched the  out of which it had.

Then came we to a   with blossoms of every hue, where as far inland as we could see  lovely groves and   beneath a  sun. From buers beyond our came bursts of song and snatches of ,  with  laughter so  that I  the rowers onward in my  to reach the. And the bearded man spoke no word, but watched me as we the lily-lined shore. , a wind blowing from over the meadows and leafy woods brought a  at which I. The wind grew stronger, and the was filled with the,   of -stricken towns and. And as we sailed madly away from that  the bearded man spoke at last, saying: “This is Xura, the Land of  .”

So once more the White Ship followed the bird of heaven, over warm blessed seas fanned by, breezes. Day after day and night after night did we sail, and when the moon was full we would listen to soft songs of the, sweet as on that night when we sailed away from my far. And it was by moonlight that we at last in the harbour of Sona-Nyl, which is  by twin headlands of  that rise from the sea and meet in a. This is the Land of, and we walked to the shore upon a golden bridge of moonbeams.

In the Land of Sona-Nyl there is neither time nor, neither suffering nor death; and there I for many. Green the groves and, bright and  the ,  and  the streams,  and cool the , and  and  the , , and  of Sona-Nyl. Of that land there is no bound, for beyond each of  rises another more. Over the and amidst the  of  rove at will the  folk, of whom all  gifted with unmarred  and. For the that I  there I wandered blissfully through  where   peep from   of, and where the white walks   with  blossoms. I climbed hills from whose  I could see   of loveliness, with steepled towns nestling in , and with the golden  of   glittering on the. And I by moonlight the sparkling sea, the  headlands, and the  harbour wherein lay  the White Ship.

It was the full moon one night in the  year of Tharp that I saw outlined the beckoning  of the  bird, and felt the first stirrings of unrest. Then I spoke with the bearded man, and told him of my new yearnings to for  Cathuria, which no man hath seen, but which all believe to lie beyond the basalt  of the West. It is the Land of Hope, and in it shine the  of all that we know elsewhere; or at least so men. But the bearded man said to me: “Beware of those seas wherein men say Cathuria lies. In Sona-Nyl there is no nor death, but who can tell what lies beyond the basalt  of the West?” Natheless at the next full moon I boarded the White Ship, and with the  bearded man left the  harbour for  seas.

And the bird of heaven flew before, and led us toward the basalt of the West, but this time the  sang no soft songs under the full moon. In my mind I would often the unknown Land of Cathuria with its  groves and, and would wonder what new  there  me. “Cathuria,” I would say to myself, “is the abode of gods and the land of  of gold. Its  of aloe and sandalwood, even as the  groves of Camorin, and among the trees flutter  birds sweet with song. On the green and  of Cathuria stand  of , rich with carven and  , and having in   cool  of silver, where purl with   the  waters that come from the -born  Narg. And the of Cathuria   with golden walls, and   also  of gold. In the of these   , and   whose beds  of coral and. At night the streets and the  lit with    from the three- shell of the, and here  the soft  of the singer and the. And the houses of the of Cathuria  all, each built over a   bearing the waters of the  Narg. Of and porphyry  the houses, and roofed with glittering gold that  the  of the sun and  the  of the  as blissful gods   from the. Fairest of all is the of the great  Dorieb, whom some say to be a  and others a god. High is the of Dorieb, and many  the  of  upon its walls. In its wide halls many, and here hang the  of the. And the roof is of gold, set upon tall  of  and, and having such carven  of gods and  that  who looks up to those heights  to  upon the living Olympus. And the floor of the is of glass, under which flow the cunningly lighted waters of the Narg,  with  fish not known beyond the bounds of lovely Cathuria.”

Thus would I speak to myself of Cathuria, but ever would the bearded man warn me to back to the  shores of Sona-Nyl; for Sona-Nyl is known of men, while none hath ever beheld Cathuria.

And on the thirty-first day that we followed the bird, we beheld the basalt of the West. Shrouded in mist were, so that no man might  beyond  or see   — which indeed some say reach even to the heavens. And the bearded man  me to  back, but I heeded him not; for from the mists beyond the basalt  I  there came the  of singer and ; sweeter than the sweetest songs of Sona-Nyl, and  mine own ; the  of me, who had  far under the full moon and  in the Land of.

So to the of  the White Ship sailed into the mist betwixt the basalt  of the West. And when the  and the mist lifted, we beheld not the Land of Cathuria, but a swift-  sea, over which our helpless  was borne toward some unknown goal. Soon to our ears came the thunder of falling waters, and to our eyes  on the far  ahead the  spray of a , wherein the  of the world drop down to  nothingness. Then did the bearded man say to me with tears on his cheek: “We have the  Land of Sona-Nyl, which we may never behold |. The gods greater than men, and  have .” And I  my eyes before the crash that I knew would come, shutting out the sight of the  bird which flapped its   wings over the  of the.

Out of that crash came darkness, and I heard the of men and of things which were not men. From the East winds arose, and chilled me as I  on the  of  stone which had risen beneath my feet. Then as I heard another crash I opened my eyes and beheld myself upon the of that lighthouse from whence I had sailed so many  ago. In the darkness there loomed the  blurred outlines of a  breaking up on the , and as I  out over the  I saw that the light had  for the first time since my  had  its care.

And in the later watches of the night, when I went within the tower, I saw on the wall a which still  as when I had left it at the  I sailed away. With the dawn I the tower and looked for  upon the, but what I found was only this:  dead bird whose hue was as of the  , and a  shattered , of a whiteness greater than that of the wave-tips or of the  snow.

And thereafter the told me its  no more; and though many times since has the moon shone full and high in the heavens, the White Ship from the South came never.

Anglish Spelling
I am Basil Elton, keeper of þe Norþ ligt þat my faþer and  kept before me. Far from þe score stands þe grey ligthuse, abuf sunken slimy þat  seen hƿen þe tide is, but unseen hƿen þe tide is hih. þat beaken for a haf sƿept þe   of þe sefen seas. In þe days of my þere ƿere many; in þe days of my faþer not so many; and noƿ þere  so feƿ þat I sometimes feel  alone, as þoug I ƿere þe last man on ure.

From far scores came þose hƿite-sailed of old; from far Eastern scores hƿere ƿarm suns scine and sƿeet  linger abute   and. Þe old of þe sea came often to my  and told him of þese þings, hƿic in  he told to my faþer, and my faþer told to me in þe long  efenings hƿen þe ƿind huled eerily from þe East. And I haf read more of þese þings, and of many þings besides, in þe books men gafe me hƿen I ƿas yung and filled ƿiþ ƿunder.

But more ƿunderful þan þe lore of old men and þe lore of books is þe lore of. , green, grey, hƿite, or black; smooþ, ruffled, or ; þat is not. All my days haf I ƿaced it and listened to it, and I knoƿ it ƿell. At first it told to me only þe littel tales of calm beeces and near, but ƿiþ þe years it greƿ more frendly and spoke of oþer þings; of þings more  and more  in  and in time. Sumtimes at tƿiligt þe grey of þe  haf  to  me glimpses of þe ƿays beyond; and sumtimes at nigt þe deep ƿaters of þe sea haf groƿn  and, to  me glimpses of þe ƿays beneaþ. And þese glimpses haf been as often of þe ƿays þat ƿere and þe ƿays þat migt be, as of þe ƿays þat ; for is more  þan þe, and  ƿiþ þe  and þe  of Time.

Ute of þe Suþ it ƿas þat þe Hƿite Scip cum hƿen þe moon ƿas full and hige in þe hefens. Ute of þe Suþ it ƿould glide smooþly and  ofer þe sea. And hƿeþer þe sea ƿas ruh or calm, and hƿeþer þe ƿind ƿas frendly or, it ƿould alƿays glide smooþly and , its sails and its long   of. One nigt I upon þe  a man, bearded and, and he  to beckon me to  for fair unknoƿn scores. Many times afterƿard I saƿ him under þe full moon, and efer did he beckon me.

brigtly did þe moon scine on þe nigt I ansƿered þe, and I ƿalked ute ofer þe ƿaters to þe Hƿite Scip on a bricg of moonbeams. Þe man hƿo had beckoned noƿ spoke a ƿelcum to me in a soft I  to knoƿ ƿell, and þe  ƿere filled ƿiþ soft songs of þe  as ƿe glided aƿay into a  Suþ, golden ƿiþ þe gloƿ of þat full, melloƿ moon.

And hƿen þe day daƿned, rosy and, I beheld þe green score of far lands, brigt and , and to me unknoƿn. Up from þe sea rose lordly of, tree-studded, and sceƿing here and þere þe gleeming hƿite roofs and  of. As ƿe dreƿ nearer þe green score þe bearded man told me of þat land, þe Land of Zar, hƿere all þe  and þougts of  þat cum to men ons and þen  forgotten. And hƿen I looked upon þe  I saƿ þat hƿat he said ƿas treƿ, for among þe sigts before me ƿere many þings I had ones seen þruh þe mists beyond þe  and in þe  depþs of. Þere too ƿere and  more  þan any I had efer knoƿn; þe  of yung  hƿo  in  before þe ƿorld could lern of hƿat  had seen and. But ƿe did not set foot upon þe sloping meadoƿs of Zar, for it is told þat hƿo treads  may nefermore  to   score.

As þe Hƿite Scip sailed aƿay from þe   of Zar, ƿe beheld on þe   ahead þe spires of a migty ; and þe bearded man said to me: “Þis is Þalarion, þe  of a Þusand Ƿunders, hƿerein  all þose  þat man has   to faþom.” And I looked, at  , and saƿ þat þe  ƿas greater þan any  I had knoƿn or  of before. Into þe þe spires of its  reaced, so þat no man migt behold  ; and far back beyond þe  streced þe grim, grey ƿalls, ofer hƿic one migt  only a feƿ roofs, ƿeerd and, yet  ƿiþ ric  and. I yearned migtily to þis  yet , and besougt þe bearded man to land me at þe stone  by þe  carfen gate Akariel; but he   my ƿisc, saying: “Into Þalarion, þe  of a Þusand Ƿunders, many haf  but none. Þerein ƿalk only and mad þings þat  no longer men, and þe streets  hƿite ƿiþ þe unberried bones of þose hƿo haf looked upon þe  Laþi, þat  ofer þe .” So þe Hƿite Scip sailed on  þe ƿalls of Þalarion, and folloƿed for many days a suþƿard-flying bird, hƿos   maced þe  ute of hƿic it had.

Þen came ƿe to a   ƿiþ blossoms of efery heƿ, hƿere as far inland as ƿe could see  lufly grofes and   beneaþ a  sun. From boƿers beyond our came bursts of song and snaces of ,  ƿiþ  laffter so  þat I  þe roƿers onƿard in my  to reace þe. And þe bearded man spoke no ƿord, but ƿaced me as ƿe þe lily-lined score. , a ƿind bloƿing from ofer þe meadoƿs and leafy ƿoods brougt a  at hƿic I. Þe ƿind greƿ stronger, and þe ƿas filled ƿiþ þe,   of -stricken tunes and. And as ƿe sailed madly aƿay from þat  þe bearded man spoke at last, saying: “Þis is Xura, Þe Land of  .”

So ons more þe Hƿite Scip folloƿed þe bird of heafen, ofer ƿarm blessed seas fanned by, breeses. Day after day and nigt after nigt did ƿe sail, and hƿen þe moon ƿas full ƿe ƿould listen to soft songs of þe, sƿeet as on þat nigt hƿen ƿe sailed aƿay from my far. And it ƿas by moonligt þat ƿe at last in þe harber of Sona-Nyl, hƿic is  by tƿin headlands of  þat rise from þe sea and meet in a. Þis is þe Land of, and ƿe ƿalked to þe score upon a golden bricg of moonbeams.

In þe Land of Sona-Nyl þere is neiþer time nor, neiþer suffering nor deaþ; and þere I for many. Green þe grofes and, brigt and  þe ,  and  þe streams,  and cool þe , and  and  þe , , and  of Sona-Nyl. Of þat land þere is no bund, for beyond eac of  rises anoþer more. Ofer þe and amidst þe  of  rofe at ƿill þe  folk, of hƿom all   ƿiþ unmarred  and. For þe þat I  þere I ƿandered blissfully þreƿ  hwere   peep from   of, and hƿere þe hƿigt ƿalks   ƿiþ  blossoms. I climbed hills from hƿos  I could see   of lufliness, ƿiþ steepled tunes nestling in , and ƿiþ þe golden  of   glittering on þe. And I by moonligt þe sparkling sea, þe  headlands, and þe  harber hƿerein lay  þe Hƿite Scip.

It ƿas þe full moon one nigt in þe  year of Þarp þat I saƿ utelined þe beckoning  of þe  bird, and felt þe first stirrings of unrest. Þen I spoke ƿiþ þe bearded man, and told him of my neƿ yearnings to for  Caþuria, hƿic no man haþ seen, but hƿic all beleefe to lie beyond þe basalt  of þe Ƿest. It is þe Land of Hope, and in it scine þe  of all þat ƿe knoƿ elsehƿere; or at least so men. But þe bearded man said to me: “Beƿare of þose seas hƿerein men say Caþuria lies. In Sona-Nyl þere is no nor deþ, but hƿo can tell hƿat lies beyond þe basalt  of þe Ƿest?” Naþeless at þe next full moon I boarded þe Hƿite Scip, and ƿiþ þe  bearded man left þe  harber for  seas.

And þe bird of heafen fleƿ before, and led us toƿard þe basalt of þe Ƿest, but þis time þe  sang no soft songs under þe full moon. In my mind I ƿould often þe unknoƿn Land of Caþuria ƿiþ its  grofes and, and ƿould ƿunder hƿat neƿ  þere  me. “Caþuria,” I ƿould say to myself, “is þe abode of gods and þe land of  of gold. Its  of aloe and sandalƿood, efen as þe  grofes of Camorin, and among þe trees flutter  birds sƿeet ƿiþ song. On þe green and  of Caþuria stand  of , ric ƿiþ carfen and  , and hafing in   cool  of silfer, hƿere purl ƿiþ   þe  ƿaters þat come from þe -born  Narg. And þe of Caþuria   ƿiþ golden ƿalls, and   also  of gold. In þe of þese   , and   hƿos beds  of coral and. At nigt þe streets and þe  lit ƿiþ    from þe þree- scell of þe, and here  þe soft  of þe singer and þe. And þe huses of þe of Caþuria  all, eac bilt ofer a   bearing þe ƿaters of þe  Narg. Of and porfyry  þe huses, and roofed ƿiþ glittering gold þat  þe  of þe sun and  þe  of þe  as blissful gods   from þe. Fairest of all is þe of þe great  Dorieb, hƿom sum say to be a  and oþers a god. Hige is þe of Dorieb, and many  þe  of  upon its ƿalls. In its ƿide halls many, and here hang þe  of þe. And þe roof is of gold, set upon tall  of  and, and hafing suc carfen  of gods and  þat  hƿo looks up to þose higts  to  upon þe lifing Olympus. And þe floor of þe is of glass, under hƿic floƿ þe cunningly lited ƿaters of þe Narg,  ƿiþ  fisc not knoƿn beyond þe bunds of lufly Caþuria.”

Þus ƿould I speak to myself of Caþuria, but efer ƿould þe bearded man ƿarn me to back to þe  scores of Sona-Nyl; for Sona-Nyl is knoƿn of men, hƿile none haþ efer beheld Caþuria.

And on þe þirty-first day þat ƿe folloƿed þe bird, ƿe beheld þe basalt of þe Ƿest. Scruded in mist ƿere, so þat no man migt  beyond  or see   — hƿic indeed sum say reac efen to þe hefens. And þe bearded man  me to  back, but I heeded him not; for from þe mists beyond þe basalt  I  þere came þe  of singer and ; sƿeeter þan þe sƿeetest songs of Sona-Nyl, and  mine oƿn ; þe  of me, hƿo had  far under þe full moon and  in þe Land of.

So to þe of  þe Hƿite Scip sailed into þe mist betƿixt þe basalt  of þe Ƿest. And hƿen þe  and þe mist, ƿe beheld not þe Land of Caþuria, but a sƿift-  sea, ofer hƿic ure helpless  ƿas borne toƿard sum unknoƿn goal. Soon to ure ears came þe þunder of falling ƿaters, and to ure eyes  on þe far  ahed þe  spray of a , hƿerein þe  of þe ƿorld drop dune to  noþingness. Þen did þe bearded man say to me ƿiþ tears on his ceeck: “Ƿe haf þe  Land of Sona-Nyl, hƿic ƿe may nefer behold. Þe gods greater þan men, and  haf .” And I  my eyes before þe crasc þat I kneƿ ƿould cum, scutting ute þe site of þe  bird hƿic flapped its   ƿings ofer þe  of þe.

Ute of þat crasc came darkness, and I heard þe of men and of þings hƿic ƿere not men. From þe East ƿinds arose, and cilled me as I  on þe  of  stone hƿic had risen beneaþ my feet. Þen as I herd anoþer crasc I opened my eyes and beheld myself upon þe of þat ligthuse from hƿenss I had sailed so many  ago. In þe darkness þere loomed þe  blurred utelines of a  breaking up on þe , and as I  ute ofer þe  I saƿ þat þe ligt had  for þe first time sinss my  had  its care.

And in þe later ƿaces of þe nigt, hƿen I ƿent ƿiþin þe tuer, I saƿ on þe ƿall a hƿic still  as hƿen I had left it at þe  I sailed aƿay. Ƿiþ þe daƿn I þe tuer and looked for  upon þe, but hƿat I fund ƿas only þis:  dead bird hƿos heƿ ƿas as of þe  , and a   , of a hƿiteness greater þan þat of þe ƿafe-tips or of þe  snoƿ.

And þereafter þe told me its  no more; and þoug many times sinss has þe moon scon full and hige in þe heafens, þe Hƿite Scip from þe Suþ came nefer.