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 Or if the Greenland Wizard in strange trance Pierces the untravelled realms of Ocean's bed (Where live the innocent as far from cares As from the storms and overwhelming waves Dark tumbling on the surface of the deep), Over the abysm, even to that uttermost cave By mis-shaped prodigies beleaguered, such As Earth ne'er bred, nor Air, nor the upper Sea.


 * There dwells the Fury Form, whose unheard name

With eager eye, pale cheek, suspended breath, And lips half-opening with the dread of sound, Unsleeping Silence guards, worn out with fear Lest haply escaping on some treacherous blast The fateful word let slip the Elements And frenzy Nature. Yet the wizard her, Armed with Torngarsuck's power, the Spirit of Good, Forces to unchain the foodful progeny