it was

'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay, That bring the fog and mist. 🔊

Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, 'Twas sad as sad could be; 🔊

'Twas not those souls that fled in pain, Which to their corses came again, But a troop of spirits blest: 🔊

And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; 🔊

'Twas night, calm night, the moon was high; The dead men stood together. 🔊

So lonely 'twas, that God himself Scarce seemed there to be. 🔊

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