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"But tell me, tell me! speak again,

"Thy soft response renewing—

"What makes that ship drive on so fast?

"What is the Ocean doing?

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"Still as a Slave before his Lord,

"The Ocean hath no blast:

"His great bright eye most silently

"Up to the moon is cast—