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“Weep for this soul, who, in fathoms of azure,

Lies where the wild tarpon breaks through the foam,

Where the sea otter mews to its brood in the ripples,

As the pelican wings near the palm-forest gloom.

Ghosts of the buccaneers flit through the branches,

Dusky and dim in the shadows of eve,

While shrill screams the parrot—the lord of Potanches,

‘Drake, Captain Drake, you’ve had your last leave.’ ”