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The dull loneness, the black shade, That these hanging vaults have made: The strange music of the waves Beating on these hollow caves Wither
He set me down in one corner, where was some loose dry silver-sand upon the floor, which others had perhaps used for a resting-place before. "Thou must lie here for a month or two, lad," he said; " 'tis a mean bed, but I have known many worse, and will get straw tomorrow if I can, to better it."