And bank-side stakes in their uneven ranks;
Heaps of entangled weeds that slowly float,
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As the tide rolls by the impeded boat.
When tides were neap, and, in the sultry day,
Through the tall bounding mud-banks made their way,
Which on each side rose swelling, and below
The dark warm flood ran silently and slow:
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There anchoring, Peter chose from man to hide,