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The stars dance on between. L. B. 1798.
[[317-24]]
The coming wind doth roar more loud;
The sails do sigh, like sedge:
The rain pours down from one black cloud
And the Moon is at its edge.
Hark! hark! the thick black cloud is cleft,
And the Moon is at its side
L. B. 1798.
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fell] falls L. B. 1798.
[[327-8]]
The strong wind reach'd the ship: it roar'd
And dropp'd down like a stone!