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181 Till noon we silently sail'd on

Yet never a breeze did breathe:

Slowly and smoothly went the Ship

Mov'd onward from beneath.

Under the keel nine fathom deep

From the land of mist and snow

The spirit slid: and it was He

That made the Ship to go.

The sails at noon left off their tune

And the Ship stood still also.

The sun right up above the mast

Had fix'd her to the ocean:

But in a minute she 'gan stir

With a short uneasy motion—

Backwards and forwards half her length

With a short uneasy motion.