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As Eudora's mother stood Gazing o'er th' Egean flood, With a fix'd and straining eye— Oh! was the spoilers' vessel nigh? Yes! there, becalm'd in silent sleep, Dark and alone on a breathless deep, On a sea of molten silver dark, Brooding it frown'd that evil bark! There its broad pennon a shadow cast, Moveless and black from the tall still mast, And the heavy sound of its flapping sail, Idly and vainly wooed the gale. Hush'd was all else had ocean's breast Rock'd e'en Eudora that hour to rest?

To rest?—the waves tremble!—what piercing cry Bursts from the heart of the ship on high? What light through the heavens, in a sudden spire, Shoots from the deck up? Fire! 'tis fire!