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THE SAILOR'S WIFE. Familiar tones are in the gale:
 * They ring upon her startled ear:

And quick and low she pants the tale
 * That tells of agony and fear:

"Still that phantom-ship is nigh—
 * With a vexed and life-like motion,

All beneath an angry sky,
 * Rocking on an angry ocean.

"Round the straining mast and shrouds
 * Throng the spirits of the storm:

Darkly seen through driving clouds,
 * Bends each gaunt and ghastly form.

"See! The good ship yields at last!
 * Dumbly yields, and fights no more;

Driving, in the frantic blast,
 * Headlong on the fatal shore.

"Hark! I hear her battered side,
 * With a low and sullen shock,

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