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upon the gaudy stern The butt end of a steering oar, And everywhere that I could turn Men ran upon the shore.

And though I would have hushed the crowd There was no mother's son but said, 'What is the figure in a shroud Upon a gaudy bed?'

And fishes bubbling to the brim Cried out upon that thing beneath, &mdash;It had such dignity of limb&mdash; By the sweet name of Death.

Though I'd my finger on my lip, What could I but take up the song? 85