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 I woke, and we were sailing on
 * As in a gentle weather:

'Twas night, calm night, the moon was high;
 * The dead men stood together.

All stood together on the deck,
 * For a charnel-dungeon fitter:

All fix'd on me their stony eyes
 * That in the moon did glitter.

The pang, the curse, with which they died,
 * Had never pass'd away:

I could not draw my een from theirs
 * Ne turn them up to pray.

And in its time the spell was snapt,
 * And I could move my een:

I look'd far-forth, but little saw
 * Of what might else be seen.