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Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossamers? 🔊

Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? 🔊

It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. 🔊

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

A little distance from the prow Those crimson shadows were: 🔊

Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?' 🔊

The planks looked warped! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! 🔊

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