"Under the keel nine fathom deep,
From the land of mist and snow,
The spirit slid,—and it was he
That made the ship to go.
The sails at noon left off their tune,
And the ship stood still also.
"The sun, right up above the mast,
Had fix'd her to the ocean;
But in a minute she 'gan stir,
With a short uneasy motion—