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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499094" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Soul Ferry</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">High and dry upon the shingle lies the fisher's boat to-night; <br>From his roof-beam dankly drooping, raying phosphorescent light, <br>Spectral in its pale-blue splendour, hangs his heap of scaly nets, <br>And the fisher, lapt in slumber, surge and seine alike forgets. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark! there comes a sudden knocking, and the fisher starts from sleep, <br>As a hollow voice and ghostly bids him once more seek the deep; <br>Wearily across his shoulder flingeth he the ashen oar, <br>And upon the beach descending finds a skiff beside the shore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis not his, but he must enter -- rocking on the waters dim, <br>Awful in their hidden presence, who are they that wait for him? <br>Who are they that sit so silent, as he pulleth from the land -- <br>Nothing heard save rumbling rowlock, wave soft-breaking on the sand? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Chill adown the tossing channel blows the wailing, wand'ring breeze, <br>Lonely in the murky midnight, mutt'ring mournful memories, -- <br>Summer lands where once it brooded, wrecks that widows' hearts have wrung -- <br>Swift the dreary boat flies onwards, spray, like rain, around it flung. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On a pebbled strand it grateth, ghastly cliffs around it loom, <br>Thin and melancholy voices faintly murmur through the gloom; <br>Voices only, lipless voices, and the fisherman turns pale, <br>As the mother greets her children, sisters landing brothers hail. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lightened of its unseen burden, cork-like rides the rocking bark, <br>Fast the fisherman flies homewards o'er the billows deep and dark; <br>THAT boat needs no mortal's mooring -- sad at heart he seeks his bed, <br>For his life henceforth is clouded -- he hath piloted the Dead!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Rowe">Richard Rowe</a><div class=q>
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From his roof-beam dankly drooping, raying phosphorescent light, 
Spectral in its pale-blue splendour, hangs his heap of scaly nets, 
And the fisher, lapt in slumber, surge and seine ..."></div>
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