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 The moonlight bay was white all o'er,
 * Till rising from the same,

Full many shapes, that shadows were,
 * Like as of torches came.

A little distance from the prow
 * Those dark-red shadows were;

But soon I saw that my own flesh
 * Was red as in a glare.

I turn'd my head in fear and dread,
 * And by the holy rood,

The bodies had advanc'd, and now
 * Before the mat they tood.

They lifted up their tiff right arms,
 * They held them trait and tight;

And each right-arm burnt like a torch,
 * A torch that's borne upright.

Their stony eye-balls glitter'd on
 * In the red and smoky light.