And their dangers manifold.
The phantom bark made never a sound,
And the twain were casting dice;
“Let the crew be drowned—for the sum is round,”
Said he, “and it’s worth the price.”
The night was calm, though no stars were out,
The leak sprung in the dark—
’Mid unheard horror, and hopeless shout,
Down went the fated bark!
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