Toward the north his stanch ship battled
With the waves for mastery.
And again the leaden storm-clouds
Settled on a foaming deep,
While the hardy sailor shuddered
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At the tempest of his sleep.
And his trembling hand at random
Grasped the compass, by his side. -
"Two points north, and steady, skipper,"
Loud the anxious dreamer cried.
Still in dreams the angry billows
Lashed in white caps, through the night
Flashed and faded in the darkness
With a vague, uncertain light.
And the creaking masts and timbers
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