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Where she foundered! One stroke

Felled and furled them, the hearts of oak!

And flockbells off the aerial

Downs' forefalls beat to the burial.

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For did she pride her, freighted fully, on

Bounden bales or a hoard of bullion?—

Precious passing measure,

Lads and men her lade and treasure.

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She had come from a cruise, training seamen—

Men, boldboys soon to be men:

Must it, worst weather,

Blast bole and bloom together?

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No Atlantic squall overwrought her

Or rearing billow of the Biscay water:

Home was hard at hand

And the blow bore from land.

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And you were a liar, O blue March day.

Bright sun lanced fire in the heavenly bay;

But what black Boreas wrecked her? he

Came equipped, deadly-electric,

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A beetling baldbright cloud thorough England

Riding: there did storms not mingle? and

Hailropes hustle and grind their

Heavengravel? wolfsnow, worlds of it, wind there?