Or laughed, or watched, or slept,
The doomed three hundred of her living freight,
Unconscious that there crept
Through the still air the stealthy steps of Fate.
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“Oh God, that fearful crash!
The stout ship reels, her planks disrupted wide;
Fast through the yawning gash
The green sea pours its dark, resistless tide.
What followed then, O heart,