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An awful tempest mashed the air, / The clouds were gaunt and few; / A black, as of a spectre's cloak, / Hid heaven and earth from view.
The creatures chuckled on the roofs / And whistled in the air, / And shook their fists and gnashed their teeth.
And swung their frenzied hair.
The morning lit, the birds arose; / The monster's faded eyes / Turned slowly to his native coast, / And peace was Paradise!