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The morn to that vessel no succour shall bring J 



Now high o'er the main-mast I hover ; 

 Now I plunge from the sky to the deck with a spring, 

 And I shatter the mast with one flap of my wing ; 



It cracks ! and it breaks ! and goes over ! 



Hew away, gallant seamen ! fatigue never dread ; 



You shall all rest to-night from your labours ! 

 The ocean's wide mantle shall o'er you be spread, 

 The white bones of mariners pillow your head, 



And the whale and the shark be your neighbours. 



For I swoop from aloft, and I blaze, and I burn, 

 While my spouts the salt billows are drinking : 

 And I drive 'gainst the vessel, and beat down the stern 

 And pour in a flood, which shall never return, 



And all cry — " She 's sinking ! she 's sinking ! " — 



The barge? — well remembered ! — 'tis strong, and 'tis lar 



And will live in the billows' commotion ; 

 But now all my spouts from the clouds I discharge, 

 And down goes the vessel, and down goes the barge ! 

 Hurrah ! I reign lord of the ocean ! 



How their shrieks rose in chorus ! Now all is at rest ; 



The tempest no longer is brewing ! 

 My dreams by the harm newly done will be blest, 

 So I'll sleep for a while on a thunder-cloud's breast, 



Then rouze to hurl round me fresh ruin. 



V. 



Hushed is the storm: the heavens no longer frown; 

 And o'er that spot, where late the bark went down, 

 All bright and smiling flows the treacherous wave, 

 Like sunshine playing on a new-made grave. 

 Full rose the watery moon : it showed a plank, 

 To which, all deadly pale, with tresses dank, 

 And robes of white, on which the sea had flung 

 Loose wreaths of ocean- flow r ers, unconscious clung 



