 | In Cornwall and Across the Sea |  |
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VELLANDREATH—WHITESAND BAY.
By Whitesand Bay report beholds at nightThe spirits of the folk who have been drowned
In what was ancient Lyonnesse's bound,
And fisher-folk still shrink in strange affright
From treading on its shores before the light
Or after dusk. Why this is haunted ground
We know not if 'tis not that here are found,
The corpses which have foundered in the bight,
After the storm blows over. Once we know
The cruel Spaniard beached upon these sands,
Ready to lay his torch or violent hands
On all he met: but that was long ago,
And burn the mill was all that he might do
Which named the place, but now no longer stands.
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