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Turn we where other sufferers lie—
Alas that maids so fair should die!
O sickening moment of alarm!
A sea of foam, a heaven of storm!
Billow and cloud commixt half way,
Torrent direct, collateral spray!
While, as poor Ella lifts her head
To scan the perils round her spread,
Specking with white the lurid sky
She marks the screaming sea-birds fly;
And deems each note, amid the gloom,
Augurial of her hastening doom.
Alas that maids so fair should die!
O sickening moment of alarm!
A sea of foam, a heaven of storm!
Billow and cloud commixt half way,
Torrent direct, collateral spray!
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To scan the perils round her spread,
Specking with white the lurid sky
She marks the screaming sea-birds fly;
And deems each note, amid the gloom,
Augurial of her hastening doom.
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