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_Where run your colts at pasture? / Where hide your mares to breed? _ / 'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap / Or wove Sargasso weed; / By chartless reef and channel, / Or crafty coastwise bars, / But most the ocean-meadows / All purple to the stars!
_Who holds the rein upon you? _ / The latest gale let free. / _What meat is in your mangers? _ / The glut of all the sea. / 'Twixt tide and tide's returning / Great store of newly dead, -- / The bones of those that faced us, / And the hearts of those that fled.