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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-night / To crew and you; / The ocean's heart too smooth, too blue, / To break for you.