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194 "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 nor spake nor 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: