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DROWNED.
Like a bird of evil presage,
To the lonely house on the shore,
Came the wind with a tale of shipwreck,
And shrieked at the closed door.
To the lonely house on the shore,
Came the wind with a tale of shipwreck,
And shrieked at the closed door.
And flapped its wing in the gables,
And shouted the well-known names,
And buffeted the windows,
Afeard in their shuddering frames.
And shouted the well-known names,
And buffeted the windows,
Afeard in their shuddering frames.
It was night, and it is morning—
The summer sun is bland,
The white-cap waves come rocking, rocking,
In to the summer land.
The summer sun is bland,
The white-cap waves come rocking, rocking,
In to the summer land.
The white-cap waves come rocking, rocking,
In the sun so soft and bright,
And toss and play with the dead man,
Drowned in the storm last night.
In the sun so soft and bright,
And toss and play with the dead man,
Drowned in the storm last night.
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