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7. PART THE SEVENTH.
This Hermit good lives in that wood
He kneels at morn and noon and eve--
The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk,
"Strange, by my faith!" the Hermit said--
"Brown skeletons of leaves that lag
"Dear Lord! it hath a fiendish look--
The boat came closer to the ship,
Under the water it rumbled on,
Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound,
Upon the whirl, where sank the ship,
I moved my lips--the Pilot shrieked
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