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166 With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd

We could nor laugh nor wail;

Thro' utter drouth all dumb we stood

Till 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 heard me call:

Gramercy! they for joy did grin

And all at once their breath drew in

As they were drinking all.

See! See! (I cry'd) she tacks no more!

Hither to work us weal

Without a breeze, without a tide

She steddies with upright keel!