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—Then the sea's voice arose, Like an earthquake's under-tone: "Mortal, the strife of human woes   Where hath not nature known?

"Here to the quivering mast   Despair hath wildly clung, The shriek upon the wind hath past,    The midnight sky hath rung.

"And the youthful and the brave   With their beauty and renown, To the hollow chambers of the wave    In darkness have gone down.

"They are vanished from their place—   Let their homes and hearths make moan! But the rolling waters keep no trace    Of pang or conflict gone."