And then they see the dead sail to and fro,
But none knows whence they come, or where they go.
After the storm, when winds came from the west
On nights like these, Skell’s ghost from Lone Tree Cove
Set sail, so seamen saw; then on Skell pressed
To shun the shoals; straight out for the deep he drove,
But just so far he came, and then he stopped,
As if an anchor sternward had been dropped.
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Then from the shore a cry, half laugh, half pain,