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[1] Even as he heard the wicket clash behind / Came a great wind beneath that seemed to tear / The solid graves apart; and deaf and blind / Whirled him upright, like smoke, through towering air / Whose levels were as steps of a sky stair. / The parching cold roughened his throat with thirst / And pricked him at the heart. This was the first.
[2] And as he soared into the next degree, / Suddenly all round him he could hear / Sad strings that fretted inconsolably / And ominous horns that blew both far and near. / There broke his human heart, and his last tear / Froze scalding on his chin. But while he heard / He shot like s sped dart into the third.