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Rh Save them that by the fabled shore,

Down the pale stream are washed away,

Far to the reef of bones are borne;

And never revisits them the light,

Nor sight of long-sought land and pilot more;

Nor heed they now the lone bird's flight

Round the lone spar where mid-sea surges pour.