„p>It tossed and tossed,—A little brig I knew,—O’ertook by blast,It spun and spun,And groped delirious, for morn.It slipped and slipped,As one that drunken stepped;Its white foot tripped,Then dropped from sight.Ah, brig, good-nightTo crew and you;The ocean’s heart too smooth, too blue,To break for you.

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