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When the great, gray fog comes in, and the damp clouds cloak the shore, / And the tossing waves grow dim, and the white sails flash no more, / Then, over the shrouded sea, where the winding mist-wreaths creep, / The deep-voiced Watchers call, the Watchers who guard the Deep.
"Hear! hear! hear! Hark to the word I bring! / Toilers upon the sea, list to the Bell-buoy's ring! / List, as I clash and clang! list, as I toss and toll! / Under me yawns the grave, under me lies the shoal / Where the whirling eddies wait to grapple the drowning crew, / And the hungry quicksand hides the bones of the ship it slew. / Swift on the outward tack! quick, to the seaward bear! / Toilers upon the sea, here is the shoal! Beware!"