But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice 'Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon...
The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume - Side 32
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