no

And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, 🔊

Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. 🔊

We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. 🔊

See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; 🔊

O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: 🔊

Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; 🔊

And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; 🔊

The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: 🔊

This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart🔊

No voice; but oh! the silence sank Like music on my heart. 🔊

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