SELECTIONS IN ENGLISH POETRY
For when it dawned—they dropp'd their        spirits, sent
down by the
arms,     invocation of the    35°
And clustered round the mast;	guardian saint.
Sweet sounds rose slowly through their
mouths,
And from their bodies passed.
Around, around, flew each sweet sound,
Then darted to the Sun;	355
Slowly the sounds came back again,
Now mixed, now one by one.
Sometimes a-dropping from the sky
I heard the skylark sing;
Sbmetimes all little birds that are,	360
How they seemed to fill the sea and air
With their sweet jargoning!
And now  'twas like all instruments,
Now like a lonely flute;
And now it is an angel's song,	365
That makes the heavens be mute.
It ceased; yet still the sails made on
'A pleasant noise till noon,
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,	37°
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.
Till noon we quietly sailed on,
Yet never a breeze did breathe:
Slowly and smoothly went the ship,	375
Moved onward from beneath.
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