Execution Dock

Execution Dock

The wind sings high around a corseThat hangs wi’ a shriveled smock,Its echoes die in the desolate skyO’er Execution Dock.The wind has many an eager handTo harry the grisly ThingThat whirls and spins with fearful grinsThat haunt remembering.The wild storm-demons of the nightHurl shuddering breaths of painTo mingle drear in the winter airWith the clang of the choking chain.The long lean posts rise high and blackTo the cross-beam where It sways,While down below, in the humble snow,A woman kneels and prays.

The wind sings high around a corseThat hangs wi’ a shriveled smock,Its echoes die in the desolate skyO’er Execution Dock.The wind has many an eager handTo harry the grisly ThingThat whirls and spins with fearful grinsThat haunt remembering.The wild storm-demons of the nightHurl shuddering breaths of painTo mingle drear in the winter airWith the clang of the choking chain.The long lean posts rise high and blackTo the cross-beam where It sways,While down below, in the humble snow,A woman kneels and prays.

The wind sings high around a corseThat hangs wi’ a shriveled smock,Its echoes die in the desolate skyO’er Execution Dock.

The wind sings high around a corse

That hangs wi’ a shriveled smock,

Its echoes die in the desolate sky

O’er Execution Dock.

The wind has many an eager handTo harry the grisly ThingThat whirls and spins with fearful grinsThat haunt remembering.

The wind has many an eager hand

To harry the grisly Thing

That whirls and spins with fearful grins

That haunt remembering.

The wild storm-demons of the nightHurl shuddering breaths of painTo mingle drear in the winter airWith the clang of the choking chain.

The wild storm-demons of the night

Hurl shuddering breaths of pain

To mingle drear in the winter air

With the clang of the choking chain.

The long lean posts rise high and blackTo the cross-beam where It sways,While down below, in the humble snow,A woman kneels and prays.

The long lean posts rise high and black

To the cross-beam where It sways,

While down below, in the humble snow,

A woman kneels and prays.


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