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 "Dear Lord! it has a fiendish look—
 * (The Pilot made reply)

"I am a-fear'd.—"Push on, push on!
 * "Said the Hermit cheerily.

The Boat came closer to the Ship,
 * But I ne spake ne stirr'd!

The Boat came close beneath the Ship,
 * And strait a sound was heard!

Under the water it rumbled on,
 * Still louder and more dread:

It reach'd the Ship, it split the bay;
 * The Ship went down like lead.

Stunn'd by that loud and dreadful sound,
 * Which sky and ocean smote:

Like one that hath been seven days drown'd
 * My body lay afloat: