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62 Make rich each midnight's fleecy dream

That some Mad wand'ring, goblin sage,

Provoked from coffers of each brain,

Gleam in each tossing breast of foam,

Or shines from purple decks and domes

A ruddy carcant huge and large;

Or, when sea-linkt clouds, garbed in rain,

And behemoths sink to briny home,

A star that shines from foreign zones

Guide carvels old and Satan's barge

O'er blue profounds of the deep,

And gladden souls of men; yet, stunned,

Tho' trembling, to a roaring mouth,

A horn'd magician locked in death,

On whom two hectic harlots peep,

Sinks in abyssal depths unsummed,

Whilst him he fought hastes to the South,—

A hoary fiend of rasping breath!

And now we watch a maiden flee,

Past seas and ice-mounts oriflammed