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THE RIPPLED SEA.
IT MAKES NO SOUND.
THE FOG IS UP.
AND DOES SURROUND.
THROUGH THE MIST .
A LIGHT SHINES THROUGH.
IT BELONGS TO A BOAT .
THAT COMES FOR YOU.
IT HAS NO MAST ...IT HAS NO SAIL....
IT HAS NO RUDDER TO GUIDE IT 'S WAY.
STEP ABOARD YOU MUST DO.
FOR NOTHING ELSE THERE IS FOR YOU.
YOU LEAVE THE LAND. AND OUT TO SEA.
A LONELY FIGURE NOW WATCHES ME.
HIS FLESHLESS HAND NOW POINT'S THE WAY .
TO THE PLACE WHERE I SHALL STAY.
THIS LAND IS DARK AND FULL OF HATE.
I FALL TO GROUND .AND DO SO SHAKE.
I SIT ON SHORE.
SCARED TO GO INLAND.
FOR DAMNATION. IS SURELY AT HAND.
THE END.