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Methought I floated sightless, nor did know / That I had ears until I heard the cry / As of a mighty man in agony: / "How long, Lord, shall I lie thus foul and slow? / The arrows of thy lightning through me go, / And sting and torture me -- yet here I lie / A shapeless mass that scarce can mould a sigh! " / The darkness thinned; I saw a thing below / Like sheeted corpse, a knot at head and feet. / Slow clomb the sun the mountains of the dead, / And looked upon the world: the silence broke! / A blinding struggle! then the thunderous beat / Of great exulting pinions stroke on stroke! / And from that world a mighty angel fled.