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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 Upbrimming, sapping slowly the dyke, at dawn Fall through the breach o’er holmstead and harvest; and Heard 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 uncon- trollably sped the Avenger’s fury. |