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No stir in the air, no stir in the sea, The ship was still as she could be; Her sails from heaven received no motion; Her keel was steady in the ocean. Without either sign or sound of their shock, The waves flowed over the Inchcape Rock; So little they rose, so little they fell, They did not move the Inchcape Bell. But even in his dying fear One dreadful sound could the Rover hear,- A sound as if, with the Inchcape Bell, The Devil below was ringing his knell.