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 Nor ever they knew of a ghoul's eye spying Their splendor a flickering phantom to stray Where the bones of the brave in the wave are lying.

Through the mist of a drunken dream they brought her (This wild white bird) for the sea-fiend's prey: The pitiless reef in his hard clutch caught her, And hurled her down where the dead men stay. A torturing silence of wan dismay— Shrieks and curses of mad souls dying— Then down they sank to slumber and sway Where the bones of the brave in the wave are lying.

Prince, do you sleep to the sound alway Of the mournful surge and the sea-birds' crying?— Or does love still shudder and steel still slay, Where the bones of the brave in the wave are lying?

DEAR FRIENDS friends, reproach me not for what I do, Nor counsel me, nor pity me; nor say That I am wearing half my life away For bubble-work that only fools pursue. And if my bubbles be too small for you, Blow bigger then your own:—the games we play To fill the frittered minutes of a day, Good glasses are to read the spirit through.

And whoso reads may get him some shrewd skill; And some unprofitable scorn resign, To praise the very thing that he deplores:— So friends (dear friends), remember, if you will, The shame I win for singing is all mine, The gold I miss for dreaming is all yours.