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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409639" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Musician's Tale; The Ballad of Carmilhan - IV.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now along the horizon's edge<br>Mountains of cloud uprose,<br>Black as with forests underneath,<br>Above their sharp and jagged teeth<br>Were white as drifted snows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unseen behind them sank the sun,<br>But flushed each snowy peak<br>A little while with rosy light<br>That faded slowly from the sight<br>As blushes from the cheek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Black grew the sky,--all black, all black;<br>The clouds were everywhere;<br>There was a feeling of suspense<br>In nature, a mysterious sense<br>Of terror in the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all on board the Valdemar<br>Was still as still could be;<br>Save when the dismal ship-bell tolled,<br>As ever and anon she rolled,<br>And lurched into the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The captain up and down the deck<br>Went striding to and fro;<br>Now watched the compass at the wheel,<br>Now lifted up his hand to feel<br>Which way the wind might blow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now he looked up at the sails,<br>And now upon the deep;<br>In every fibre of his frame<br>He felt the storm before it came,<br>He had no thought of sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eight bells! and suddenly abaft,<br>With a great rush of rain,<br>Making the ocean white with spume,<br>In darkness like the day of doom,<br>On came the hurricane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lightning flashed from cloud to cloud,<br>And rent the sky in two;<br>A jagged flame, a single jet<br>Of white fire, like a bayonet_<br>That pierced the eyeballs through.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then all around was dark again,<br>And blacker than before;<br>But in that single flash of light<br>He had beheld a fearful sight,<br>And thought of the oath he swore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For right ahead lay the Ship of the Dead,<br>The ghostly Carmilhan!<br>Her masts were stripped, her yards were bare,<br>And on her bowsprit, poised in air,<br>Sat the Klaboterman.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her crew of ghosts was all on deck<br>Or clambering up the shrouds;<br>The boatswain's whistle, the captain's hail,<br>Were like the piping of the gale,<br>And thunder in the clouds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And close behind the Carmilhan<br>There rose up from the sea,<br>As from a foundered ship of stone,<br>Three bare and splintered masts alone:<br>They were the Chimneys Three.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And onward dashed the Valdemar<br>And leaped into the dark;<br>A denser mist, a colder blast,<br>A little shudder, and she had passed<br>Right through the Phantom Bark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She cleft in twain the shadowy hulk,<br>But cleft it unaware;<br>As when, careering to her nest,<br>The sea-gull severs with her breast<br>The unresisting air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again the lightning flashed; again<br>They saw the Carmilhan,<br>Whole as before in hull and spar;<br>But now on board of the Valdemar<br>Stood the Klaboterman.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they all knew their doom was sealed;<br>They knew that death was near;<br>Some prayed who never prayed before,<br>And some they wept, and some they swore,<br>And some were mute with fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then suddenly there came a shock,<br>And louder than wind or sea<br>A cry burst from the crew on deck,<br>As she dashed and crashed, a hopeless wreck,<br>Upon the Chimneys Three.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The storm and night were passed, the light<br>To streak the east began;<br>The cabin-boy, picked up at sea,<br>Survived the wreck, and only he,<br>To tell of the Carmilhan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q>
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Mountains of cloud uprose,
Black as with forests underneath,
Above their sharp and jagged teeth
Were white as drifted snows.

Unseen behind them sank the sun,
But flushed each snowy peak
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