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 They rais'd their limbs like lifeless tools—
 * We were a ghastly crew.

The body of my brother's son
 * Stood by me knee to knee:

The body and I pull'd at one rope,
 * But he said nought to me—

And I quak'd to think of my own voice
 * How frightful it would be!

The day-light dawned—they dropp'd their arms.
 * And cluster'd round the mast:

Sweet sounds rose slowly thro' their mouths
 * And from their bodies pass'd.

Around, around, flew each sweet sound,
 * Then darted to the sun:

Slowly the sounds came back again
 * Now mix'd, now one by one.