(Ocean Park, California)
One night as I strolled on the sand,
The hour of twelve was near,
By chance my wandering footsteps led
Me underneath the pier.
Ye Gods! the people I saw that night,
As I strolled along my way;
Behind each piling they ’rose like ghosts
And silently faded away.
I saw there men, and women, too;
And friends I held most dear,
And I turned and fled (for I wasn’t alone),
As I strolled beneath the pier.
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