it

It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And round and round it flew. 🔊

A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! And still it neared and neared: 🔊

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

I dreamt that they were filled with dew; And when I awoke, it rained. 🔊

But with its sound it shook the sails, That were so thin and sere. 🔊

The spirit slid: and it was he That made the ship to go. 🔊

It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound. 🔊

'Is it he?' quoth one, 'Is this the man? By him who died on cross, 🔊

I saw a thirdI heard his voice: It is the Hermit good! 🔊

It reached the ship, it split the bay; The ship went down like lead. 🔊

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