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 I pray'd and turn'd my head away
 * Forth looking as before.

There was no breeze upon the bay,
 * No wave against the shore.

The rock hone bright, the kirk no less
 * That stands above the rock:

The moonlight steep'd in silentness
 * The steady weathercock.

And the bay was white with silent light,
 * Till rising from the same

Full many shapes, that shadows were,
 * In crimson colours came.

A little distance from the prow
 * Those crimson shadows were:

I turn'd my eyes upon the deck—
 * O Chrit! what saw I there?