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break; '"Yet now, my leetle son," says I, A-drifting on the wave, "That land I see so safe and green Is England, I believe. '"And that there wood is English wood, And this here cruel sea, The selfsame old blue ocean Years gone remembers me, "A-sitting with my bread and butter Down ahind yon chitterin' mill; And this same Marinere"--(that's me), "Is that same leetle Will!-- "That very same wee leetle Will Eating his bread and butter there, A-looking on the broad blue sea Betwixt his yaller hair!" 'And here be I, my son, throwed up Like corpses from the sea, Ships, stars, winds, tempests, pirates past, Yet leetle Will I be!' He said no more, that sailorman, But in a reverie Stared like the figure of a ship With painted eyes to sea. THE PHANTOM 'Upstairs in the large closet, child, This side the blue-room door, Is an old Bible, bound in leather, Standing upon the floor; 'Go with this taper, bring it me; Carry it on your arm; It is the book on many a sea Hath stilled the waves' alarm.' Late the hour, dark the night, The house is solitary, Feeble is a taper's light To light poor Ann to see. Her eyes are yet with visions bright Of sylph and river, flower and fay, Now through a narrow corridor She takes her lonely way. Vast shadows on the heedless walls Gigantic loom, stoop low: Each little hasty footfall calls Hollowly to and fro. In the dim solitude her heart Remembers tearlessly White winters when her mother was Her loving company. Now in the dark clear glass she sees A taper mocking hers,-- A phantom face of light blue eyes, Reflecting phantom fears. Around her loom the vacant rooms, Wind the upward stairs, She climbs on into a loneliness Only her taper shares. Her grandmother is deaf with age; A garden of moonless trees Would answer not though she should cry In anguish on her knees. So that she scarcely heeds--so fast Her pent-up heart doth beat-- When, faint along the corridor, Falleth the sound of feet:-- Sounds lighter than silk slippers make Upon a ballroom floor, when sweet Violin and 'cello wake Music fo
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