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It tossed-and tossed-
A little Brig I knew-o'ertook by Blast-
It spun-and spun-
And groped delirious, for Morn-

It slipped-and slipped-
As One that drunken-stept-
Its white foot tripped-
Then dropped from sight-

Ah, Brig-Good Night
To Crew and You-
The Ocean's Heart too smooth-too Blue-
To break for You-