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 Until the forward-creeping tides Began to foam, and we to draw From deep to deep, to where we saw A great ship lift her shining sides,

The man we loved was there on deck, But thrice as large as man he bent To greet us. Up the side I went, And fell in silence on his neck:

Whereat those maidens with one mind Bewail'd their lot; I did them wrong: 'We served thee here,' they said, 'so long, And wilt thou leave us now behind?'

So rapt I was, they could not win An answer from my lips, but he Replying, 'Enter likewise ye And go with us:' they enter'd in,

And while the wind began to sweep A music out of sheet and shroud, We steer'd her toward a crimson cloud That landlike slept along the deep.