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I can't say that it scared me,
That it filled my eyes with awe ; In truth, 'twas somewhat pleasant,
That ghost—if ghost I saw ; 'Twas a face I'd known far North, Fan,
Two teasing eyes I'd seen That gazed up, laughing into mine,
From out the ocean's green ; Two red lips pouted up, Fan,
To mine, from out the sea ; And I thought I'd tell you, darling,
Of that ghost that rose to me.