Oh that serpent’s long, and coiled form,
which there I spy in yonder storm,
twisting in its damn-ed sleep
now rising from the deep
—soon to rest again—
will pass away
ere new day
will come.
So come!
See the day
so far away
—look with me again!—
It hides within the deep
—sailors took forever sleep—
this horrid snake which is the storm
nevermore such tragedies will form.
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