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168 Shimmer of lake and shine of sea, Brown's bare hill with its lonely tree, (It wasn't then as we see it now, With one scant scalp-lock to shade its brow;) Dusky nooks in the Essex woods, Dark, dim, Dante-like solitudes, Where the tree-toad watches the sinuous snake Glide through his forests of fern and brake; Ipswich river; its old stone bridge; Far off Andover's Indian Ridge, And many a scene where history tells, Some shadow of bygone terror dwells,— Of "Norman's Woe" with its tale of dread, Of the Screeching Woman of Marblehead, (The fearful story that turns men pale : Don't bid me tell it,—my speech would fail.)

IV.For that "couple of hundred years, or so," There had been no peace in the world below; The witches still grumbling, "It isn't fair; Come, give us a taste of the upper air! We've had enough of your sulphur springs, And the evil odor that round them clings; We long for a drink that is cool and nice,— Great buckets of water with Wenham ice; We've served you well on earth, you know; You're a good old—fellow—come, let us go!"

V.I don't feel sure of his being good, But he happened to be in a pleasant mood,— As fiends with their skin? full sometimes are,— (He'd been drinking with "roughs" at a Boston bar.) So what does he do but up and shout To a graybeard turnkey, "Let 'em out!"