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IT was when / Whirls of thick waters laved me / Again and again, / That something arose and saved me; / Yea, it was then.
In that day / Unseeing the azure went I / On my way, / And to white winter bent I, / Knowing no May.
Reft of renown, / Under the night clouds beating / Up and down, / In my needfulness greeting / Cit and clown.
Long there had been / Much of a murky colour / In the scene, / Dull prospects meeting duller; / Nought between.
Last, there loomed / A closing-in blind alley, / Though there boomed / A feeble summons to rally / Where it gloomed.
The clock rang; / The hour brought a hand to deliver; / I upsprang, / And looked back at den, ditch and river, / And sang.