V.

    O sleep, it is a gentle thing

    Belovd from pole to pole!

    to Mary-queen the praise be yeven

    S tle sleep from heaven

    t slid into my soul.

    ts on the deck

    t had so long remaind,

    I dreamt t th dew

    And w raind.

    My lips , my t was cold,

    My garments all were dank;

    Sure I had drunken in my dreams

    And still my body drank.

    I movd and could not feel my limbs,

    I was so lig

    I t t I had died in sleep,

    And was a blessed G.

    t roard far off,

    It did not come anear;

    But s sound it she sails

    t hin and sere.

    ts into life,

    And a hundred ?re-?ags sheen

    to and fro t;

    And to and fro, and in and out

    tars dance on between.

    th roar more loud;

    the sails do sigh, like sedge:

    the rain pours down from one black cloud

    And t its edge.

    ,

    And t its side:

    Like ers s from some high crag,

    tning falls h never a jag

    A river steep and wide.

    trong wind reac roard

    And droppd doone!

    Beneatning and the moon

    the dead men gave a groan.

    tirrd, they all uprose,

    Ne spake, ne movd their eyes:

    It range, even in a dream

    to hose dead men rise.

    teerd, the ship movd on;

    Yet never a breeze up-blew;

    the ropes,

    to do:

    tools--

    e were a gly crew.

    thers son

    Stood by me knee to knee: