They clove their way thro' the red sea-fray!

Who wakens me now to the quest.

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[Pg 26]

THE ADMIRAL'S GHOST

I tell you a tale to-night

Which a seaman told to me,

With eyes that gleamed in the lanthorn light

And a voice as low as the sea.

You could almost hear the stars

Twinkling up in the sky,

And the old wind woke and moaned in the spars,

And the same old waves went by,

Singing the same old song

As ages and ages ago,

While he froze my blood in that deep-sea night

With the things that he seemed to know.

A bare foot pattered on deck;

Ropes creaked; then—all grew still,

And he pointed his finger straight in my face

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