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ELL me, tell me, Unknown stranger, When shall I sight me
 * That tall ship

On whose flower-wreathed counter is gilded, Sleep?'

'Landsman, landsman, Lynx nor kestrel Ne'er shall descry from
 * Ocean steep

That midnight-stealing, high-pooped galliass, Sleep.' 'Promise me, Stranger, Though I mark not When cold night-tide's
 * Shadows creep,

Thou wilt keep unwavering watch for Sleep.' 'Myriad the lights are, Wayworn landsman, Rocking the dark through
 * On the deep:

She alone burns none to prove her Sleep.'