雾同行的窗户,通过“在洛杉矶之下mps Settles in the doorways and huddles from the damp Slips inside the houses, rooms, the sleeper's bed and dreams It rolls him over, turns him out into the shrouded street. Dreamer, listen to the river, rubbing at the docks Through the smoky loneliness on Ceres Street we'll walk There's someone waiting for us, where the tugs are tied His name is Louis Wagner and he's waiting there tonight. Over there by the warehouse, a shadow like a stain A man and around his neck, look! A silver chain-- He is pointing at us, fingered us, it's Wagner's laugh all right Shh, he's about to speak, God look at.his eyes. "A night like this, just like this in march and it was cold John Hontvet and Ivan Christensen had come in from the Shoals To sell their catch and buy some bait and have themselves some rounds Oh those crazy fools had left their wives on the isles of shoals alone. And they wanted me to join them, to go out baiting trawls But in my mind flashed silver there had been some talk about Last summer out on Smuttynose and I was Ivan's guest Well I heard him whisper to his wife: 'let's hide the silver in the chest.' So I left them in the alehouse, pulled by an undertow I grabbed my hatchet, shoved the dory out and I set my back to row I rowed that dory through the night twelve miles out to sea Twelve miles out and twelve miles back, it seemed eternity. I see the trees on Gerrish Island, looming from the shore The swell is building under me and I'm digging in the oars And a sickle moon comes cutting cross my shoulder from the east Colder than the hatchet blade lying at my feet. It's all Darkness over Appledore, darkness over Star Darkness over Smuttynose, pounding in the heart And those women out there waiting, Anethe, Anethe and Marie And Karen, Ivan's sister, she was so good to me. Lunging Island to my left, Malagar to my right Smuttynose lies dead ahead, I can just make out the light And the rhythm of my rowing, it is coming faster now The halfway rocks just off the stern and death just off the bow. Louis, Louis Wagner, rowing through the night Louis, Louis Wagner, the noose will fit you tight Silver chain around your neck, silver in your eyes Silver in your Judas soul, that never, never dies. "Well the wind now whipping from the west and the swell will not be tamed The ocean building to a roar and the mind will not be changed This boat will have its landing, this sea will have its flood These hands will have their silver, and the devil will have his blood. One lamp in the window, a beacon 'cross the ice Safe harbor for the weary, safe keeping for the night Comfort for the sailor, wrecked upon the sea Terror for those gentlefolk who once befriended me. I'm gliding into Haley's Cove and there's not a soul in sight I grab my hatchet and I climb the bluff headed for the light The snow is sucking at my boots and the ice gnawing my hands But the blood is boiling in my veins; the blood, do you understand? I smash into the cottage, my hatchet swinging wild Anethe leaps up from sleep and her eyes are like a child She screams 'God, John, God!' running from the room I grab her in the doorway, the axe glints in the moon. Fire racing through my brain, explosions in my eyes Anethe lying on the floor and Karen screaming: 'Why?' The axe, the blood, the sky, the moon, the pounding of the sea the howling of the crazy wind, the wind or was it me?" Louis, Louis Wagner, raging in the night Louis, Louis Wagner the noose will fit you tight Silver chain around your neck, silver in your eyes Silver in your Judas soul, that never, never dies. "Anethe, Anethe Christensen, her lovely golden hair All smeared with blood, all splashed with blood oh god, it was everywhere And Karen, gentle Karen, she just wanted to be my friend She made me well when I was ill, her blood is on these hands. Marie, Marie she got away, she ran barefoot through the snow I followed her tracks through the craggy rocks but the moon was falling low I couldn't find her anywhere and I went back for what I came But in the chest I only found this piece of silver chain. Oh this icy piece of silver chain and there was nothing more I threw the chest against the wall and I smashed the bedroom door I ripped apart the still-warm beds, I tore up every shelf I cursed the very universe and then I cursed myself. I stumbled down to the dory and I flung the hatchet in I shoved off for the mainland fighting time and wind The dawn was breaking bloody red when I rowed into rye I threw myself down on the beach and I hung my head and cried. And I made it to the train to Boston, but nothing was