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"Why, cruel ! when away
 * "My sable Love was torn,

"Why did you let poor stay,
 * On Afric's sands to mourn?

"No! is not left, for she will prove "In the deep troubled main, her fond—her faithful "

The lab'ring Ship was now a wreck,
 * The shrouds were flutt'ring wide!

The rudder gone, the lofty deck
 * Was rock'd from side to side—

Poor 's eyes now dropp'd their last big tear, While, from her tawny cheek, the blood recoil'd with fear.

Now frantic, on the sands she roam'd,
 * Now shrieking stop'd to view

Where high the liquid mountains foam'd,
 * Around the exhausted crew—

'Till, from the deck, her 's well known form Sprung mid the yawning waves, and buffetted the Storm.