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The phantom voice of vanished gales Made ghostly booming in their sails; The singing waters in their wake The music of the stars did make.

The swarthy crew that manned the decks Wore loops of gold about their necks; They spoke together in a tongue That once I heard when I was young.

At daybreak, with their sails agleam, They vanished like a summer's dream; The shining galleons, one by one, Drifting to the sea-washed sun.

"The square-rigger was a little like that," said Garth gently, "except that she was silver, instead of golden. Yes, I think she was very like that. Please read the one about 'Home from the back of the world she came. But Joan had turned to the title-page and was gazing blankly at it. "The Sails of Argo," it ran; "By James Elton Pemberley."

"Well!" she murmured.

As she turned the page, to begin with the first poem, some penciled lines on the fly-leaf caught her attention, and she read them silently.