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177 I mov'd and could not feel my limbs,

I was so light, almost

I thought that I had died in sleep,

And was a blessed Ghost.

And soon I heard a roaring wind,

It did not come anear;

But with its sound it shook the sails

That were so thin and sere.

The upper air burst into life

And a hundred fire-flags sheen

To and fro they were hurried about;

And to and fro, and in and out

The wan stars danc'd between.

And the coming wind did roar more loud;

And the sails did sigh like sedge:

And the rain pour'd down from one black cloud

The moon was at its edge.