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E were down in the Indian Ocean, after sperm, and three years out; The last six months in the tropics, and looking in vain for a spout,— Five men up on the royal yards, weary of straining their sight; And every day like its brother,—just morning and noon and night— Nothing to break the sameness: water and wind and sun Motionless, gentle, and blazing,— never a change in one.