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The Shrieking Pit

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Transcriber's Notes: Obvious printer errors have been corrected, all other inconsistencies are as in the original.

THE SHRIEKING PIT


BY

ARTHUR J. REES

CO-AUTHOR OF

THE MYSTERY OF THE DOWNS,

THE HAMPSTEAD MYSTERY.

NEW YORK
GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS

Made in the United States of America

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COPYRIGHT, 1918,
BY STREET & SMITH CORPORATION


COPYRIGHT, 1919,
BY JOHN LANE COMPANY

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TO


MY SISTERS IN AUSTRALIA


ANNIE AND FRANCES



The sea beats in at Blakeney—
Beats wild and waste at Blakeney;
    O'er ruined quay and cobbled street,
    O'er broken masts of fisher fleet,
Which go no more to sea.
The bitter pools at ebb-tide lie,
In barren sands at Blakeney;
    Green, grey and green the marshes creep,
    To where the grey north waters leap
By dead and silent Blakeney.
And Time is dead at Blakeney—
In old, forgotten Blakeney;
    What care they for Time's Scythe or Glass;
    Who do not feel the hours pass,
Who sleep in sea-worn Blakeney?
By the old grey church in Blakeney,
By quenched turret light in Blakeney,
    They slumber deep, they do not know,
    If Life's told tale is Death and Woe;
Through all eternity.
But Love still lives at Blakeney,
'Tis graven deep at Blakeney;
    Of Love which seeks beyond the grave,
    Of Love's sad faith which fain would save—
The headstones tell the story.
Grave-grasses grow at Blakeney
Sea pansies, sedge, and rosemary;
    Frail fronds thrust forth
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