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But blithe breeze! and O great seas,
Though ne'er, that earliest parting past,
On your wide plain they join again,
Together lead them home at last.
One port, methought, alike they sought,
One purpose hold where'er they fare,—
bounding breeze, O rushing seas!
At last, at last, unite them there!
ALCAICS.
So spake the Voice; and, as with a single life
Instinct, the whole mass, fierce, irretainable,
Down on that unsuspecting host swept
Down, with the fury of winds that all night
Up-brimming, sapping slowly the dyke, at dawn
Full through the breach, o'er homestead, and harvest, and
Herd roll a deluge; while the milkmaid
Trips i' the dew, and remissly guiding
Morn's first uneven furrow, the farmer's boy
Dreams out his dream: so over the multitude
Safe-tented, uncontrolled and uncontrollably sped the Avenger's fury.
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