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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Upon a lonely desart Beach Where the white foam was scatter'd, A little shed uprear'd its head Though lofty Barks were shatter'd. The Sea-weeds gath'ring near the door, A sombre path display'd; And, all around, the deaf'ning roar, Re-echo'd on the chalky shore, By the green billows made. Above, a jutting cliff was seen Where Sea Birds hover'd, craving; And all around, the craggs were bound With weeds--for ever waving. And here and there, a cavern wide Its shad'wy jaws display'd; And near the sands, at ebb of tide, A shiver'd mast was seen to ride Where the green billows stray'd. And often, while the moaning wind Stole o'er the Summer Ocean; The moonlight scene, was all serene, The waters scarce in motion: Then, while the smoothly slanting sand The tall cliff wrapp'd in shade, The Fisherman beheld a band Of Spectres, gliding hand in hand-- Where the green billows play'd. And pale their faces were, as snow, And sullenly they wander'd: And to the skies with hollow eyes They look'd as though they ponder'd. And sometimes, from their hammock shroud, They dismal howlings made, And while the blast blew strong and loud The clear moon mark'd the ghastly croud, Where the green billows play'd! And then, above the haunted hut The Curlews screaming hover'd; And the low door with furious roar The frothy breakers cover'd. For, in the Fisherman's lone shed A MURDER'D MAN was laid, With ten wide gashes in his head And deep was made his sandy bed Where the green billows play'd. A Shipwreck'd Mariner was he, Doom'd from his home to sever; Who swore to be thro' wind and sea Firm and undaunted ever! And when the wave resistless roll'd, About his arm he made A packet rich of Spanish gold, And, like a British sailor, bold, Plung'd, where the billows play'd! The Spectre band, his messmates brave Sunk in the yawning ocean, While to the mast he lash'd him fast And brav'd the storm's commotion. The winter moon, upon the sand A silv'ry carpet made, And mark'd the Sailor reach the land, And mark'd his murd'rer wash his hand Where the green billows play'd. And since that hour the Fisherman Has toil'd and toil'd in vain! For all the night, the moony light Gleams on the specter'd main! And when the skies are veil'd in gloom, The Murd'rer's liquid way Bounds o'er the deeply yawning tomb, And flashing fires the sands illume, Where the green billows play! Full thirty years his task has been, Day after day more weary; For Heav'n design'd, his guilty mind Should dwell on prospects dreary. Bound by a strong and mystic chain, He has not pow'r to stray; But, destin'd mis'ry to sustain, He wastes, in Solitude and Pain-- A loathsome life away.
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