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Robert Graves - The "Alice Jean"Robert Graves - The "Alice Jean"
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One moonlit night a ship drove in,   A ghost ship from the west, Drifting with bare mast and lone tiller,   Like a mermaid drest In long green weed and barnacles:   She beached and came to rest. All the watchers of the coast   Flocked to view the sight, Men and women streaming down   Through the summer night, Found her standing tall and ragged   Beached in the moonlight. Then one old woman looked and wept   "The `Alice Jean`? But no! The ship that took my Dick from me   Sixty years ago Drifted back from the utmost west   With the ocean`s flow? "Caught and caged in the weedy pool   Beyond the western brink, Where crewless vessels lie and rot   in waters black as ink. Torn out again by a sudden storm   Is it the `Jean`, you think?" A hundred women stared agape,   The menfolk nudged and laughed, But none could find a likelier story   For the strange craft. With fear and death and desolation   Rigged fore and aft. The blind ship came forgotten home   To all but one of these Of whom none dared to climb aboard her:   And by and by the breeze Sprang to a storm and the "Alice Jean"   Foundered in frothy seas.
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