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 Ne dim ne red, like God's own head,
 * The glorious Sun uprist:

Then all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird
 * That brought the fog and mist.

'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay
 * That bring the fog and mist.

The breezes blew, the white foam flew,
 * The furrow follow'd free:

We were the first that ever burst
 * Into that silent Sea.

Down dropt the breeze, the Sails dropt down,
 * 'Twas sad as sad could be

And we did speak only to break
 * The silence of the Sea.