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Literary Gazette, 12th January, 1833, Page 27
ORIGINAL POETRY.
THE LOST SHIP.
Deep in the silent waters,
A thousand fathoms low,
A gallant ship lies perishing—
She foundered long ago.
There are pale sea-flowers wreathing
Around her port-holes now,
And spars and shining coral
Encrust her gallant prow.
Upon the old deck bleaching,
White bones unburied shine,
While in the deep hold hidden
Are casks of ruby wine.
There are pistol, sword, and carbine,
Hung on the cabin-wall,
And many a curious dagger;
But rust has spoiled them all.
