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(An Old Man Tells a Story to Some Boys.)
Black tunnels grooved the sea / Into caves of night; / And the furrowed walls of foam / Were jagged chrysolite. / No star stayed to chart the way -- / We shuddered, lurching on boiling spray / In piteous plight of swinging stay / And black sails torn to flapping rags, / Blowing in knots and bellying bags.