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 When she sank there in our sight With a little lapping sound, Slight as if a skiff had drowned, Staggering we turned to go, For our ship had felt the fight; Out to sunset showed our wake, Writhing like a wounded snake, Till we came to Samballo….

Shapeless sea-beasts coil and creep On her rotting cedar deck, Past her crew who little reck Of the trespass, if they know. Mary, give them happy sleep! Surely there beneath the wave They have found as green a grave As the sun-warmed earth can show.