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WITH THE SUBMARINES
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Above, the baffled twilight fails; beneath, the blind snakes creep;
Beside us glides the chainel shark, our pilot through the deep;
And, lurking where low headlands shield from cruising scout and spy.
We bide the signal through the gloom that bids us slay or die.
All watchful, mute, the crouching guns that guard the strait sea lanes—
Watchful and hawklike, plumed with hate, the desperate aeroplanes—
And still as death and swift as fate, above the darkling coasts,
The spying Wireless sows the night with troops of stealthy ghosts,
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