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On summer nights when moonbeams flow	A
And glisten o'er the high white tips	B
And winds make lamentation low	A
As through the ribs of shattered ships	B
And steal about the broken brace	C
Where pendant timbers swing and moan	D
And flitting bats give aimless chase	C
Who dares to seek the mine alone	D
	-
The shrinking bush with sable rims	E
A skeleton forlorn and bowed	F
With pipe clay white about its limbs	E
And at its feet a tattered shroud	F
And ghostly figures lurk and groan	D
Shrill whispers sound from ghostly lips	B
And ghostly footsteps start the stone	D
That clatters sharply down the tips	B
	-
The engine house is dark and still	G
The life that raged within has fled	H
Like open graves the boilers chill	G
That once with glowing fires were red	H
Above the shaft in measured space	C
A rotted rope swings to and fro	A
Whilst o'er the plat and on the brace	C
The silent shadows come and go	A
	-
And there below in chambers dread	H
Where darkness like a fungus clings	I
Are lingering still the old mine's dead	H
Bend o'er and hear their whisperings	I
Up from the blackness sobs and sighs	I
Are flung with moans and muttered fears	I
A low lament that never dies	I
And ceaseless sound of falling tears	I
	-
My ears intent have heard their grief	J
The fitful tones of Carter's tongue	K
The strong man crushed beneath the reef	J
The groans of Panton Praer and Young	K
And 'Trucker Bill' of Number Five	L
Along the ruined workings roll	M
For deep in every shoot and drive	L
This mine secretes a shackled soul	M
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Ah woeful mine where wives have wept	N
And mothers prayed in anxious pain	O
And long distracting vigil kept	N
You yawn for victims now in vain	O
Still to that god whose shrine you were	P
Is homage done in wild device	I
Men hate you as the sepulchre	P
That stores their bloody sacrifice	I

Edward Dyson

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