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 The Skiff-boat ne'rd: I heard them talk,
 * "Why, this is strange, I trow!

"Where are those lights so many and fair
 * "That signal made but now?

"Strange, by my faith! the Hermit said—
 * "And they answer'd not our cheer.

"The planks look warp'd, and see those sails
 * "How thin they are and sere!

"I never saw aught like to them
 * "Unless perchance it were

"The skeletons of leaves that lag
 * "My forest brook along:

"When the Ivy-tod is heavy with snow, "And the Owlet whoops to the wolf below
 * "That eats the she-wolf's young.