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On deck, beneath the awning, / I dozing lay and yawning; / It was the grey of dawning, / Ere yet the sun arose; / And above the funnel's roaring, / And the fitful wind's deploring, / I heard the cabin snoring / With universal nose. / I could hear the passengers snorting, / I envied their disporting: / Vainly I was courting / The pleasure of a doze.
So I lay, and wondered why light / Came not, and watched the twilight / And the glimmer of the skylight, / That shot across the deck; / And the binnacle pale and steady, / And the dull glimpse of the dead-eye, / And the sparks in fiery eddy, / That whirled from the chimney neck: / In our jovial floating prison / There was sleep from fore to mizen, / And never a star had risen / The hazy sky to speck.