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Three Ghosts that haunt me have I	A
Three Ghosts in my soul that fight	B
Three grandsire Ghosts in my soul	C
That haunt me by day and by night	B
	-
The first was a dark mountaineer	D
Who hunted with arrow and knife	E
To whom the turf was a bed	F
And the wind of the moorland was life	E
And the next was a mariner rude	G
Whose home and whose grave was the sea	H
For whom the land was a prison	I
And only the ocean was free	H
And the last was a shrunken recluse	J
Who lived with the dust and the gloom	K
And wrote of the Saints and of Him	L
Who went for us to His doom	K
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And all through the days and years	M
These ancient Ghosts contend	N
And my soul is a battle field	O
Of passions that pierce and rend	O
And whenever a sunbeam alights	M
All gleaming and fresh on my page	P
I am wild for the hills and the bush	Q
I am torn with the hunter's rage	P
I am sick of the smell of a book	R
I am off with the dogs or a gun	I
Or I gallop my fifty miles	M
Before the set of the sun	I
And yet from some loftier peak	S
When I look on the sea from afar	T
I feel like one in a grave	U
And I long for a ship full sailed	O
And an ocean wide on the lee	H
I choke on the solid land	O
For the lift of the undulant sea	H
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Yet ever the battle goes on	V
And ever there rises a day	O
When the Ghosts of the wave and the wood	O
To the Ghost of the cell give way	O
Then the land is a wilderness drear	T
And dismal and vast is the sea	H
But cloistered in peace with my books	M
My soul is uplifted and free	H
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Three Ghosts that haunt me have I	A
Three Ghosts in my soul that fight	O
Three grandsire Ghosts in my soul	C
That haunt me by day and by night	O
Yet ofttimes there joins in the fray	T
One gross and sluggish of limb	L
No spectre is he but a man	W
Whose strokes are heavy and grim	L
For a man is not nothing I swear	T
Nor a braggart am I when I boast	O
That though he be slothful or sleep	X
A man is more than a ghost	O
And my soul is my own I aver	T
The master and lord of it I	A
And whenever I will to bestir	T
All ghostly usurpers shall fly	A
Then I what is mine will assume	K
Nor diverge from the path of my will	Y
Though the Ghosts I have routed still call	Z
From the desk and the sea and the hill	Y

William Gay

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