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

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(^4) ' Oa sleep! it is a gentle tbing,
Beloved from pole to ,POle I
To Mary Queen tbe prawe be given I
She sent the gentle aleep from H94ve~,
~t slid into my eoul.
"The silly buckets on tbe deck,
That bad eo long remain'd,
I dreamt that they were fill'd 'With OMr)
And when I awoke, it rain'd.
"My lips were w et, my tbrua·t wu cQ]d,
My g!U"lllents all we1·e dank ;
Sure I bad drunken in my dr!!ama,
And still my body drank.
(^11) I moved, anti oould nat feel my li~ba:
I w~ so ligllt--almost.
I thought that I had died in sl~~p,
And was a blessed ghost. ·
(^4) ' And soon I heard a roariug wiuJ :
n did no~ come a-near;
But with its aound it ahook the eails,
That were so thin and sere.
"The upper air burst into life!
And a hundred fire-tlags sheen,
To aud fro they were hurried about!
And to and fro, and in and out,
The wan stars danced betwee1,1,
I t And the coming wind did ro&r rt\OJ;I ~~4,
And the eaila did aigh like sedges
And the rain pour'd down from o!l.e black cloud ;
The Moon was at ita @dge.
"The thick black cloud was aleft; and sti11
The Moon was at its side ;
!.ike waters ebot from some high era~,
The li~btning fell with nev er a j~,
A rner steep and wide.
"The loud wind never re~' 4 Uu.l•\1.4p.
Yet now the ship moved on I
Benea.th the lig}ltn.ing and tlt.e ]l.foo~
The dead men g~ve a. gr~

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