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      Never such a sound before
      To the Indian waves we bore.
      A pilot asleep on the howling sea
      Leaped up from the deck in agony,
      And heard, and cried, 'Ah, woe is me!'
      And died as mad as the wild waves be.

THIRD VOICE
      By such dread words from Earth to Heaven
      My still realm was never riven;
      When its wound was closed, there stood
      Darkness o'er the day like blood.

FOURTH VOICE
      And we shrank back: for dreams of ruin
      To frozen caves our flight pursuing
      Made us keep silence--thus--and thus--
      Though silence is a hell to us.

THE EARTH
      The tongueless caverns of the craggy hills
      Cried, 'Misery!' then; the hollow Heaven replied,
      '