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The High Tide.
'Elizabeth! Elizabeth!'(A sweeter woman ne'er drew breathThan my sonne's wife, Elizabeth.)
'The olde sea wall,' he cried, 'is downe,The rising tide comes on apace,And boats adrift in yonder towneGo sailing uppe the market-place.'He shook as one that looks on death:'God save you, mother!' straight he saith'Where is my wife, Elizabeth?'
'Good sonne, where Lindis winds away,With her two bairns I marked her long;And ere yon bells beganne to playAfar I heard her milking song.'He looked across the grassy lea,To right, to left, 'Ho, Enderby!'They rang 'The Brides of Enderby!'
With that he cried and beat his breast;For, lo! along the river's bedA mighty eygre rear'd his crest,And uppe the Lindis raging sped.It swept with thunderous noises loud;Shap'd like a curling snow-white cloud,Or like a demon in a shroud.
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