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The wind blew out from Bergen from the dawning to the day, / There was a wreck of trees and fall of towers a score of miles away, / And drifted like a livid leaf I go before its tide, / Spewed out of house and stable, beggared of flag and bride.
The heavens are bowed about my head, shouting like seraph wars.