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Fog in the dank North Sea!—

Silent and clammily dripping.

Slowly and mournfully,

Ghostlike, goes the shipping.

Sudden across the swell

Come the fog-horns hoarsely blaring

Or the clang of a warning bell,

To leave us vainly staring.

Night on the black North Sea!—

Black as hell's darkest hollow.

Peering anxiously,

We search for the ships that follow.

One are the sea and sky,

Dim are the figures near us,

With only the sea-bird's cry

And the swish of the waves to cheer us.

Death on the wild North Sea!—

Death from the shell that shatters

(Death we will face with glee,

'Tis the weary wait that matters):—

Death from the guns that roar,

And the splinters weirdly shrieking.

'Tis fight to the death; 'tis war;

And the North Sea is redly reeking! Jeffery Day