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[Thank Heaven, a lull—a lull in the long roar]
Thank Heaven, a lull—a lull in the long roarOf the spent hurricane; and, lo! afar,
Through the fast-scudding rack, one splendid star—
Brighter to me than star e'er shone before—
Looks downward, like the mystic light that bore
Peace and good will to mortals. Ye that are
The seaman's joy, soft western gales, debar
Your breath no longer; waft her gently o'er
The calming sea: then, if ye will, return
In stormy fleetness, hissing from the East,
With your old rage a thousand-fold increased;
For though the universal ether burn
With your hot flight, too soon I cannot learn
That all the perils of my love have ceased.
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