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I was at sea in an open boat Out of the pitch-black heaven

there rushed a h, and ever higher, flecked with hissing white; wherefore

I cast ht not

behold the horror of the waters; and above their ceaseless,

surging thunder there rose a long-drawn cry: "Charmian!"

I stood upon a desolate moor, and the pitiless rain lashed loom where

frowning earth and heaven -drawn cry: "Char; yet the tumult

was all about me still--the hiss and beat of rain, and the sound

of a rushing, hty wind--a wind that seemed to fill the earth--a

wind that screamed about me, that howled above , pierced, now and then,

by the splintering crash of snapping bough or falling tree And

yet, sohtful pandemonium of sound, blended in

with it, yet not of it, it seemed to me that the cry still faintly

echoed: "Char was all this to my neakened senses, that I

re into the darkness as one dazed

Presently, however, I rose, and, donning some clothes, mended the

fire which still shted my pipe, sat down to listen to the awful voices of