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But the clear air was cold as clear; 'Twas pain to draw the breath; And the silence and the chill around Were e'en like those of death.

Colder and colder grew the air, Spell-bound seem'd the waves to be; And ere night fell, they knew they were lock'd   In the arms of that icy sea.

Stiff lay the sail, chain-like the ropes, And snow pass'd o'er the main; Each thought, but none spoke, of distant home They should never see again.

Each look'd upon his comrade's face, Pale as funereal stone;