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 With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd
 * Ne could we laugh, ne wail:

Then while thro' drouth all dumb they stood I bit my arm and suck'd the blood
 * And cry'd, A sail! a sail!

With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd
 * Agape they hear'd me call:

Gramercy! they for joy did grin And all at once their breath drew in
 * As they were drinking all.

She doth not tack. from side to side—
 * Hither to work us weal

Withouten wind, withouten tide
 * She steddies with upright keel.