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 The naked Hulk alongside came
 * And the Twain were playing dice;

"The Game is done! I've won, I've won!"
 * Quoth she, and whistled thrice.

A gust of wind sterte up behind
 * And whistled thro' his bones;

Thro' the holes of his eyes and the hole of his mouth
 * Half-whistles and half-groans.

With never a whisper in the Sea
 * Off darts the Spectre-hip;

While clombe above the Eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright Star
 * Almost atween the tips.