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 Time was, I should have thought it sweet To count the echoings of my feet, And watch the storm-vex'd flame.

And there in black soul-jaundic'd fit A sad gloom-pamper'd Man to sit, And listen to the roar: When mountain Surges bellowing deep With an uncouth monster leap Plung'd foaming on the shore.

Then by the Lightning's blaze to mark Some toiling tempest-shatter'd bark: Her vain distress-guns hear: