Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By Eugene RichardWhite1696 Of the Lost Ship
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Where is her hull of chosen oak?
Who were the Victors, what the Fight?
The old Wives—whom did they invoke,
That should tell them so uncannily:
The Preachers drone to the Salem Folk,
When the Sea has swallowed up the Sun
And the white gulls glint—was it they who spoke?
Wes’-Sou’-West from the Devil’s Quay:
Who has ever told how the ship went down.
Were they marked by God with the fear-some ban?
Butchered they priests in a sun-white town?
Do they harry Hell where they may be:
Or the East till the baffled lights burn black,
Or North to the bergs till the South be won,
The changeling shadows answer back,
And their trembling lips pale piteously:
The whining Seas from their ancient bed,
Shall some tongue speak from the world-old wrecks
To read the log of the Thwarted Dead?
Is there never an end on the mystery: