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Title: The Shrieking Pit
Author: Arthur J. Rees
Release Date: February 2, 2007 [EBook #20494]
Language: English
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THE
SHRIEKING PIT
BY
ARTHUR J. REES
CO-AUTHOR OF
THE MYSTERY OF THE DOWNS,
THE HAMPSTEAD MYSTERY.
NEW YORK
GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS
Made in the United States of America
COPYRIGHT, 1918,
BY STREET & SMITH CORPORATION
COPYRIGHT, 1919,
BY JOHN LANE COMPANY
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TO
MY SISTERS IN AUSTRALIA
ANNIE AND FRANCES
_The sea beats in at Blakeney--
Beats wild and waste at Blakeney;
O'er ruined quay and cobbled street,
O'er broken masts of fisher fleet,
Which go no more to sea._
_The bitter pools at ebb-tide lie,
In barren sands at Blakeney;
Green, grey and green the marshes creep,
To where the grey north waters leap
By dead and silent Blakeney._
_And Time is dead at Blakeney--
In old, forgotten Blakeney;
What care they for Time's Scythe or Glass;
Who do not feel the hours pass,
Who sleep in sea-worn Blakeney?_
_By the old grey church in Blakeney,
By quenched turret light in Blakeney,
They slumber deep, they do not know,
If Life's told tale is Death and Woe;
Through all eternity._
_But Love still lives at Blakeney,
'Tis graven deep at Blakeney;
Of Love which seeks beyond the grave,
Of Love's sad faith which fain would save--
The headstones tell the story._
_Grave-grasses grow at Blakeney
Sea pansies, sedge, and rosemary;
Frail fronds thrust forth in dim dank air,
A message from those lying there:
Wan leaves of memory._
_I send you this from Blake
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