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A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! And still it neared and neared: 🔊

I looked upon the rotting sea, And drew my eyes away; 🔊

I looked upon the rotting deck, And there the dead men lay. 🔊

For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay dead like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet. 🔊

The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. 🔊

The Pilot and the Pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast: 🔊

I saw a thirdI heard his voice: It is the Hermit good! 🔊

The boat came closer to the ship, But I nor spake nor stirred; 🔊

And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! 🔊

That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach. 🔊

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