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The boatman plied the oar, the boatWent light along the stream,Sudden Lord William heard a cryLike Edmund's drowning scream.
The boatman paus'd, methought I heardA child's distressful cry!'Twas but the howling wind of nightLord William made reply.
Haste haste—ply swift and strong the oar!Haste haste across the stream!Again Lord William heard a cryLike Edmund's drowning scream.
I heard a child's distressful screamThe boatman cried again.Nay hasten on—the night is dark—And we should search in vain.