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FEATHERSTONE'S DOOM by ROBERT STEPHEN HAWKER

First Line: TWIST THOU AND TWINE! IN LIGHT AND GLOOM
Last Line: THY WEB THE SHIFTING SAND.

TWIST thou and twine! in light and gloom
A spell is on thine hand;
The wind shall be thy changeful loom,
Thy web the shifting sand.

Twine from this hour, in ceaseless toil,
On Blackrock's sullen shore;
Till cordage of the sand shall coil
Where crested surges roar.

'T is for that hour, when, from the wave,
Near voices wildly cried;
When thy stern hand no succor gave,
The cable at thy side.

Twist thou and twine! in light and gloom
The spell is on thine hand;
The wind shall be thy changeful loom,
Thy web the shifting sand.



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