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 Till noon we silently sail'd on
 * Yet never a breeze did breathe:

Slowly and smoothly went the ship
 * Mov'd onward from beneath.

Under the keel nine fathom deep
 * From the land of mist and snow

The spirit slid: and it was He
 * That made the Ship to go.

The sails at noon left off their tune
 * And the Ship stood still also.

The sun right up above the mast
 * Had fix'd her to the ocean:

But in a minute she 'gan stir
 * With a short uneasy motion—

Backwards and forwards half her length
 * With a short uneasy motion.