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Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon—' 🔊

And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariner's hollo! 🔊

And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root; 🔊

And every soul, it passed me by, Like the whizz of my cross-bow! 🔊

Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire. 🔊

A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood. 🔊

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