| AFTER the whipping, he crawled into bed; | |
| Accepting the harsh fact with no great weeping. | |
| How funny uncle's hat had looked striped red! | |
| He chuckled silently. The moon came, sweeping | |
| A black frayed rag of tattered cloud before | 5 |
| In scorning; very pure and pale she seemed, | |
| Flooding his bed with radiance. On the floor | |
| Fat motes danced. He sobbed; closed his eyes and dreamed. | |
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| Warm sand flowed round him. Blurts of crimson light | |
| Splashed the white grains like blood. Past the cave's mouth | 10 |
| Shone with a large fierce splendor, wildly bright, | |
| The crooked constellations of the South; | |
| Here the Cross swung; and there, affronting Mars, | |
| The Centaur stormed aside a froth of stars. | |
| Within, great casks like wattled aldermen | 15 |
| Sighed of enormous feasts, and cloth of gold | |
| Glowed on the walls like hot desire. Again, | |
| Beside webbed purples from some galleon's hold, | |
| A black chest bore the skull and bones in white | |
| Above a scrawled "Gunpowder!" By the flames, | 20 |
| Decked out in crimson, gemmed with syenite, | |
| Hailing their fellows by outrageous names | |
| The pirates sat and diced. Their eyes were moons. | |
| "Doubloons!" they said. The words crashed gold. "Doubloons!" | |
