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_Where wail the waters in their flaw / A spectre wanders to and fro, / And evermore that ghostly shore / Bemoans the heir of Yvytot_.
_Sometimes, when, like a fleecy pall, / The mists upon the waters fall, / Across the main float shadows twain / That do not heed the spectre's call_.