till

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

Till clomb above the eastern bar The hornèd Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip. 🔊

It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, 🔊

Till noon we quietly sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe: 🔊

And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, 🔊

And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns. 🔊

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