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High howled the wind, the Ocean hurled |
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His mass of crested jet uncurled |
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Against the sea-wall and the tower |
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Where Dahud and her paramour |
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In shuttered silence , silky white |
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Lay side by side the live-long night |
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Confusedly in Dahud's arm |
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He felt presentiment of harm |
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Raising his ears from her white skin |
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And heart's noise , to the people's din |
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And beyond them , the growling roar |
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Of angry Ocean at the door. |
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"Go to the window," then said she, |
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"Tell me the movement of the sea. |
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His colour and his strategy." |
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"Lady, his waves are green as glass, |
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The sky is jet , the small skiffs pass. |
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From gulf to gulf like flying things |
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Soaked through, sucked down, with sodden wings." |
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"Then come to me and my embrace -- |
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I will press kisses on thy face |
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Whose heat and sharpness shall occlude |
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The murmuring of the multitude, |
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The rumble of the waters rude. |
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The murmuring of the multitude." |
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"Go to the window, tell to me |
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The height and movement of the sea |
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His colour and his strategy." |
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"Lady, his wave are black and boil, |
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Like stinking pitch, like raging oil, |
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He mounts and mounts, his million jaws |
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Snatch at the tower with open maws." |
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"No one, no myriad, open, high, |
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Lady I cannot see the sky. |
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The stars are out, the waters race, |
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The very tower sways and strains." |
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He laughs with rage, flings his fist down, |
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"Now rise up, lady, or we drown." |
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Christabel LaMotte, The City of Is |
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Possession, A S Byatt |