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 And the gaunt waves leap'd up like fountains fierce,

And snatch'd down frighten'd clouds, then, shouting, fell.

And rose again. I, whirling on their tops,

Dizzy flew over masts of staggering ships.

Then plunged into black night. My soul grew mad,

Kavish'd with the intense magnificence

Of the harmonious chaos, for I heard

Music amidst the thunders, and I saw

Measure in all the madness of the waves

And whirlpools; yea, I lifted up my voice

In praise to the Eternal, for I felt

Rock'd in His hand, as in a cradling couch,

Rejoicing in His strength; yea, I found rest

In the unbounded roar, and fearless sang

Glad echo to the thunder, and flash'd back

The bright look of the lightning, and did fly

On the dark pinions of the hurricane spirit

In rapturous repose; till suddenly

My soul expanded, and I sprang aloft

Into the lightning flame, leaping for joy

From cloud to cloud. Then, first I felt my wings

Wave into immortality, and flew

Across the ocean with a shouting host