Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! but I with mournful tread
Walk the deck where my Captain lies, fallen cold and dead.
FOOTNOTE:
[12] By permission of David McKay, publisher.
ON THE OTHER TRAIN
A CLOCK'S STORY
Anonymous
"There, Simmons, you blockhead! Why didn't you trot that old woman aboard her train? She'll have to wait here now until the 1.05 a.m."