Is dearer than earth's joys to me.

For us both spring's early flowers are fair,

Or the cold stars gleam through the frosty air.

Such beauty your eyes never saw—

And all is mine without let or law.

Though unsubstantial, it seems

My real world—this world of dreams.

THE SHRIEKING WOMAN AT MARBLEHEAD

THE SHRIEKING WOMAN AT MARBLEHEAD

 'Twas a Spanish galleon sailed the seas,— Two centuries since have rolled— Laden with silver and gems to please Gay dames and gallants bold. But villainous pirates seized the ship As homeward she was bound; Ah, she has made her last long trip For they ran her soon aground. From Oakum Bay into Marblehead They brought one lady fair,— Her husband, alas, and his crew are dead, And her they will not spare. Loud, loud she shrieked in the pirates' arms,[26] "Oh, save me—Jesu, save!" Cruel echo mocked at her wild alarms, As they dug her a nameless grave. Yet once a year when the night has come That saw her dreadful death, You can hear her above the ocean's boom Shriek out with her dying breath. 

Two centuries since have rolled—

Gay dames and gallants bold.

As homeward she was bound;

For they ran her soon aground.

They brought one lady fair,—

And her they will not spare.

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"Oh, save me—Jesu, save!"

As they dug her a nameless grave.

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