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Sound the deep waters: -- / Who shall sound that deep? -- / Too short the plummet, / And the watchmen sleep. / Some dream of effort / Up a toilsome steep; / Some dream of pasture grounds / For harmless sheep.
White shapes flit to and fro / From mast to mast; / They feel the distant tempest / That nears them fast: / Great rocks are straight ahead, / Great shoals not past; / They shout to one another / Upon the blast.