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Then, oh then were we aware,
 Through all war below, above,
Of a face sublimely fair—
 Was it Death unveiled, or Love?
   Heart to heart we stood alone,
    Smiling and serene were we;
   Tortured by that wild cyclone,
    All around us strove the sea,
   Wailed the sea, mourned the sea,
    Sobbed the toiling sea.

III.
While we watched, a seething tide
 O'er our sinking vessel crossed;
Out among the waters wide,
 Smiling still, we two were tossed;
Tossed and drifted, overcome
 In a crowd of surges dread,
Bruised and beaten, blind and dumb,
 So we sank among the dead.
   O my love, and mine alone,
    Sweet it was to die with thee!
   Far beneath that dread cyclone,
    All around us rocked the sea,
   Crept the sea, sank the sea,
    Slept the silent sea.