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Thus by the far-resounding shore they past, High o’er the bosom of the heaving main, When reached their ears upon the lulling blast A chorus sweet that seemed to ease their pain. Their eyes cast downward o’er the Ocean-plain Beheld the Basque barqueras distant ply Their shallops in the moonlight, like a chain Of jet o’er sparkling emerald. Both drew nigh To the cliff’s edge, amazed a sight so strange to espy.