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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.