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43 And all that winter, when at night

The wind blew from the mountain-peak,

'Twas worth your while, though in the dark,

The churchyard path to seek:

For many a time and oft were heard

Cries coming from the mountain-head:

Some plainly living voices were;

And others, I've heard many swear,

Were voices of the dead:

I cannot think, whate'er they say,

They had to do with Martha Ray.

But that she goes to this old Thorn,

The Thorn which I've described to you,

And there sits in a scarlet cloak,

I will be sworn is true.

For one day with my telescope,

To view the ocean wide and bright,

When to this country first I came,

Ere I had heard of Martha's name,

I climbed the mountain's height:

A storm came on, and I could see

No object higher than my knee.