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I saw a something in the Sky
 * No bigger than my fist;

At first it seem'd a little speck
 * And then it seem'd a mist:

It mov'd and mov'd, and took at last
 * A certain shape, I wist.

A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
 * And still it ner'd and ner'd;

And, an it dodg'd a water-sprite,
 * It plung'd and tack'd and veer'd.