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[[right margin]] Poem for Mr John Gellatlys Flying Dutchman. By the painter thereof Albert P Ryder. [[/right margin]] Who hath seen the Phantom Ship, Her lordly rise and lowly dip, Careering o'er the lonesome main No port shall know her keel again. But how about that hapless soul Doomed forever on that ship to roll, Both grief claim her despairing own And reason hath it ever flown Or in the loneliness around Is a sort of joy found And one wild ecstasy into another flow As onward that fateful ship doth go. But no, Hark! Help! Help Vanderdecken cries, Help! Help, on the ship it flies; Ah, woe is in that [[strikethrough]] fanciful [[/strikethrough]] awful sight, The sailor finds there eternal night, 'Neath the waters he shall ever sleep And ocean [[strikethrough]] shall [[/strikethrough]] will the secret keep.