The Haunted Hour - An Anthology by Various
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Heroes of unremembered nations
Vaunt their immortal pride. Briton, Spaniard, Phoenician, Roman, Gallant implacable hosts-- Locked in fight with phantom foeman, Gather the grim sea-ghosts. FOG WRAITHS: MILDRED HOWELLS In from the ocean the white fog creeps, Blotting out ship, and rock, and tree, While wrapped in its shroud, from the soundless deeps, Back to the land come the lost at sea. Over the weeping grass they drift By well-known paths to their homes again, To finger the latch they may not lift And peer through the glistering window-pane. Then in the churchyard each seeks the stone To its memory raised among the rest, And they watch by their empty graves alone Till the fog rolls back to the ocean's breast. CHEERFUL SPIRITS |
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