A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

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n T'BE.RJI paaa'd a weary time. Each throat

Waa parch'd, and gla.zed each eye,

A weary time! a we.ary time I

How glued each weary e1e

When, looki.Dg westward, 1 beheld

A something.in the aky.

"At lil'llt it aeem'd a' little speck.

And then it seem'd a miat i

It move!\ and moved, and took at' la.st

A certain shape, I willt.

"A speck, 111. miet, a ebape, t wist I

And still it uea.r'dand neal''d:

As if it dodged a watt!l'-41prite,

It plunged and t.:lck.'d and veer'd.

"With threats unalaked, with black liplJ halted,

We could nor laugh nor wail ;

Through utler drought all dnmb we stood I

I bit my arm, t suck'd the blood,

And cried, A ll&ill a 88.il!

"With throats uulllakeu, with black lip!! baketl.,

Agape they hfard me call :

Gram~rey! they for joy did grin,

Anrl all at once-their bre&th <lrew in,.

.AB t.h"Y were drinking alL

"See! aee! (r cried) a he tacka no more I

Hither to work us weal,-

Without a breeze. without a. tide,

She steadies with upright keel!

(^11) The western wave was all a· flame,
The day was wellnigh done!
Almoat upon the weRtern wave
Rested the broad bright Sun ;
When that strange ehnpe drove auddenl)'
Betwixt ua and the Sun.
(^11) .And straight the Sun was fleck'd with baN,
(Huven'a Mother s end us grace I)
Ae if' through a duugeon-grate he peer'd
With broad n'Ud burning face.