It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound!

"Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down,

'Twas sad as sad could be ;

"With throats unslacked, with black lips baked,

We could nor laugh nor wail;

Through utter drought all dumb we stood!

I bit my arm, I sucked the blood,

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And cried, A sail! a sail!

"With throats unslacked, with black lips baked,

Agape they heard me call:

Gramercy! they for joy did grin,

And all at once their breath drew in,

As they were drinking all.

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"And straight the Sun was flecked with bars,