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the monstrous shambling sea,

Over the Caliban sea,

Bright Ariel-cloud, thou lingerest;

Oh wait, oh wait, in the warm red West,—

Thy Prospero I'll be.

Over the humped and fishy sea,

Over the Caliban sea

O cloud in the West, like a thought in the heart