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The Song of the Derelict

Ye have sung me your songs, ye have chanted your rimes
 (I scorn your beguiling, O sea!)
Ye fondle me now, but to strike me betimes.
 (A treacherous lover, the sea!)
Once I saw as I lay, half-awash in the night
A hull in the gloom—a quick hail—and a light
And I lurched o'er to leeward and saved her for spite
 From the doom that ye meted to me.

I was sister to Terrible, seventy-four,
 (Yo ho! for the swing of the sea!)
And ye sank her in fathoms a thousand or more
 (Alas! for the might of the sea!)
Ye taunt me and sing me her fate for a sign!