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On summer nights when moonbeams flow / And glisten o'er the high, white tips, / And winds make lamentation low, / As through the ribs of shattered ships, / And steal about the broken brace / Where pendant timbers swing and moan, / And flitting bats give aimless chase, / Who dares to seek the mine alone?
The shrinking bush with sable rims / A skeleton forlorn and bowed, / With pipe-clay white about its limbs / And at its feet a tattered shroud; / And ghostly figures lurk and groan, / Shrill whispers sound from ghostly lips, / And ghostly footsteps start the stone / That clatters sharply down the tips.