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He whose eye Can see on northern waves the found'ring bark, With all her shrieking crew, sink to the deep. While yet, with gentle winds, on dimpling surge She sails from port in all her gallant trim: John of the Isle hath seen it.

Then hangs some evil over us.

Know ye not The mermaid hath been heard upon our rocks?

Ha! when?

Last night, upon the rugged crag That lifts its dark head through the cloudy smoke Of dashing billows, near the western cliff. Sweetly, but sadly, o'er the stilly deep The passing sound was borne. I need not say How fatal to our clan that boding sound Hath ever been.