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"But tell me, tell me! speak again,
 * "Thy soft response renewing—

"What makes that ship drive on so fast?
 * "What is the Ocean doing?

"Still as a Slave before his Lord,
 * "The Ocean hath no blat:

"His great bright eye most silently
 * "Up to the moon is cast—