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Not long this transport held its place: Within a little moment's space Quick tears were raining down his face.

His heart stood still, aghast with fear; A wordless voice, nor far nor near, He seemed to hear and not to hear.

"Tears kindle not the doubtful spark: If so, why not? Of this remark The bearings are profoundly dark."

"Her speech," he said, " hath caused this pain; Easier I count it to explain The jargon of the howling main,