Nor could I turn, nor would the boat go by,
}
But gazing on the spirits, there was I;
}
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They bade me leap to death, but I was loth to die.
And every day, as sure as day arose,
Would these three spirits meet me ere the close;
To hear and mark them daily was my doom,
And 'Come,' they said, with weak, sad voices, 'come.'