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24 Never such a sound before To the Indian waves we bore. A pilot asleep on the howling sea Leaped up from the deck in agony, And heard, and cried, 'Ah, woe is me!' And died as mad as the wild waves be.

By such dread words from Earth to Heaven My still realm was never riven; When its wound was closed, there stood Darkness o'er the day like blood.

And we shrank back: for dreams of ruin To frozen caves our flight pursuing Made us keep silence—thus—and thus— Though silence is a hell to us.

The tongueless Caverns of the craggy hills Cried, 'Misery!' then; the hollow Heaven replied,