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Tremblingly flash'd th' inconstant meteor light, Showing thin forms like virgins of this earth, Save that all signs of human joy or grief, The flush of passion, smile or tear, had seem'd On the fix'd brightness of each dazzling cheek Strange and unnatural.

Sea-king woke from the troubled sleep Of a vision-haunted night. And he look'd from his bark o'er the gloomy deep, And counted the streaks of light; For the red sun's earliest ray Was to rouse his bands that day. To the stormy joy of fight!