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Starless and cold is the night,Wide yawns the sea,And over the sea, flat on his paunch,Sprawls that uncouth lubber, the northwind,And, quite at his ease, with hoarse, piping voice,Like a peevish curmudgeon who grows good-humoured,Chats to the water below;And he spins mad yarns without number,Slaughter-breathing tales of giants,World-old Norwegian sagas;And between-whiles, far-bellowing, laughs he, andhowlsContinue reading “Wide yawns the sea…”