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5. PART THE FIFTH.
Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing,
The silly buckets on the deck,
My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
I moved, and could not feel my limbs:
And soon I heard a roaring wind:
The upper air burst into life!
And the coming wind did roar more loud,
The thick black cloud was cleft, and still
The loud wind never reached the ship,
They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose,
The helmsman steered, the ship moved on;
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