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IX. FOUNDERED.
How many a glorious morning have I seenDarken ere noon in fearfullest eclipse!
How many a sea, pellucid and serene,
Have I known treacherous to deep-laden ships.
Alas! alas! how many a gallant soul—
Artist, romancer, scholar, bard, divine,
Poor wherries in the wild Atlantic roll—
Have I seen sounder in the pitiless brine!
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