III.

        I sahe Sky

        No bigger t;

        At ?rst it seemd a little speck

        And t seemd a mist:

        It movd and movd, and took at last

        A certain s.

        A speck, a mist, a s!

        And still it nerd and nerd;

        And, an it dodgd a er-sprite,

        It plungd and tackd and veerd.

        it unslackd, h black lips bakd

        Ne could we laugh, ne wail:

        tood

        I bit my arm and suckd the blood

        And cryd, A sail! a sail!

        it unslackd, h black lips bakd

        Agape they heard me call:

        Gramercy! they for joy did grin

        And all at oh drew in

        As they were drinking all.

        S tack from side to side--

        o work us weal

        iteide

        Seddies    keel.

        tern wave was all a ?ame,

        the day was well nigh done!

        Almost upon tern wave

        Rested t Sun;

        strange shape drove suddenly

        Bet us and the Sun.

        And strait th bars

        (her send us grace)

        As if te he peerd

        ith broad and burning face.

        Alas! (t I, and my    beat loud)

        she neres and neres!

        Are t glan the Sun

        Like restless gossameres?

        Are these _her_ naked ribs, which ?eckd

        t did behem peer?

        And are the crew,

        t woman and her ?eshless Pheere?

        _h many a crack,

        All blad bare, I ween;

        Jet-blad bare, save w

        Of mouldy damps and c

        tch purple and green.

        _her_ lips are red, _her_ looks are free,

        _her_ locks are yellow as gold:

        e as leprosy,

        And shan he;

        ill air cold.

        the naked hulk alongside came

        And twain were playing dice;

        "t;

        Quotled thrice.

        A gust of erte up behind

        And hro his bones;

        th

        les and half-groans.

        ithe Sea

        Off darts tre-ship;

        ern bar

        t Star

        Almost atips.

        Oer one by the horned Moon

        (Listen, er! to me)

        Ead ly pang

        And cursd me h his ee.

        Four times ?fty living men,

        ith never a sigh roan,

        ithump, a lifeless lump

        they droppd down one by one.

        their bodies ?y,--

        to bliss or woe;

        And every soul it passd me by,

        Like the whiz of my Cross-bow.
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