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50  These are the waves I had to fight In that dread vision of the night! And still, fantastic fool! I tread Too deep, too deep, as in the dream; A weight of waters o’er my head, Still strive to swim against the stream! Again I’ll plunge—but not in sleep— For ever in Taf’s billows deep!

glory of the sky, That wingless, footless, stern and loud, Leap’st on thy starry path on high, And chauntest ’mid the mountain cloud;