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 But blithe breeze! and O great seas, Though ne'er, that earliest parting past, On your wide plain they join again, Together lead them home at last.

One port, methought, alike they sought, One purpose hold where'er they fare,— bounding breeze, O rushing seas! At last, at last, unite them there!

spake the Voice; and, as with a single life Instinct, the whole mass, fierce, irretainable, Down on that unsuspecting host swept Down, with the fury of winds that all night Up-brimming, sapping slowly the dyke, at dawn Full through the breach, o'er homestead, and harvest, and Herd roll a deluge; while the milkmaid Trips i' the dew, and remissly guiding Morn's first uneven furrow, the farmer's boy Dreams out his dream: so over the multitude Safe-tented, uncontrolled and uncontrollably sped the Avenger's fury.