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272 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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But the march of time was neither less nor more )
While the formless atom died,
Myriad millions by its side, And above them slowly lifted Roncador.
Roncador of Caribee,
Coral dragon of the sea, Ever sleeping with his teeth below the wave ;
Woe to him who breaks the sleep !
Woe to them who sail the deep ! Woe to ship and man that fear a shopman's grave !
Hither many a galleon old,
Heavy-keeled with guilty gold, Fled before the hardy rover smiting sore j
But the sleeper silent lay
Till the preyer and his prey Brought their plunder and their bones to Roncador.
Be content, O conqueror !
Now our bravest ship of war, War and tempest who had often braved before,
All her storied prowess past,
Strikes her glorious flag at last To the formless thing that builded Roncador. |
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THE SKELETON AT THE FEAST
W
E summoned not the Silent Guest, And no man spake his name ; -By lips unseen our Cup was pressed, And mid the merry song and jest, The uninvited came. |
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