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Unnumbered ghosts that haunt the wave,

Where you have murdered, cry you down;

And seamen whom you would not save,

Weave now in weed grown depths a crown

Of shame for your imperious head,--

A dark memorial of the dead,--

Women and children whom you sent to drown.

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