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Poems.
The sun had quietly gone to the west,
Brightest gems had studded the sky,
A calmness spread o'er the ocean's breast,
While no human being e'er could have guessed,
Of a storm then gathering nigh.
Brightest gems had studded the sky,
A calmness spread o'er the ocean's breast,
While no human being e'er could have guessed,
Of a storm then gathering nigh.
There came a proud ship from India's strand,
Deep laden with gems rich and rare;
Her crew were a bold and a hardy band,
Firmly united in heart and in hand,
And ready all danger to dare.
Deep laden with gems rich and rare;
Her crew were a bold and a hardy band,
Firmly united in heart and in hand,
And ready all danger to dare.
Ere the vessel had reached that fatal place,
Where the sea-nymph had breathed her vow;
The storm-spirit came with a rapid pace,
And poured a wild blast o'er the water's face,
And where is that proud ship now?
Where the sea-nymph had breathed her vow;
The storm-spirit came with a rapid pace,
And poured a wild blast o'er the water's face,
And where is that proud ship now?
That barque long had struggled with storm and wave,
And had reefed her sails to the wind;
But the crew were doomed to the ocean's grave,
And all their efforts could never save,
Or leave e'en one mess-mate behind.
And had reefed her sails to the wind;
But the crew were doomed to the ocean's grave,
And all their efforts could never save,
Or leave e'en one mess-mate behind.
