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THE DEATH OF ADMIRAL BLAKE
There lay the Sound and the Island with green leaves down beside the water,
The town, the Hoe, the masts with sunset fired—
Dreams! ay, dreams of the dead! for the great heart faltered on the threshold,
And darkness took the land his soul desired.
The town, the Hoe, the masts with sunset fired—
Dreams! ay, dreams of the dead! for the great heart faltered on the threshold,
And darkness took the land his soul desired.