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"The ill we rue we must e'en undo, though it rive us bone from bone; So it came about that I sought you out, for I prayed I might atone. THE ILL WE RUE WE MUST AN UNDO THOUGH IT DRIVE US BONE FROM BONE SO IT CAME ABOUT THAT I SOUGHT YOU OUT FOR I PRAYED I MIGHT ATONE
pot like an inky blot come floating down the stream; It bobbed and swung; it sheered and hung; it romped round in a ring; It seemed to play in a tricksome way; it sure was a merry thing. In freakish flights strange oily lights came fluttering round its head, Like butterflies of a monster size--then I knew it for the Dead. Its face was rubbed and slicked and scrubbed as smooth as a shaven pate; In the silver snakes that the water makes it gleamed like a dinner-plate. It gurgled near, and clear and clear and large and large it grew; It stood upright in a ring of light and it looked me through and through. It weltered round with a woozy sound, and ere I could retreat, With the witless roll of a sodden soul it wantoned to my feet. And here I swear by this Cross I wear, I heard that "floater" say: "I am the man from whom you ran, the man you sought to slay. That you may note and gaze and gloat, and say `Revenge is sweet', In the grit and grime of the river's slime I am rotting at your feet.  QUEER HYPNOTIC DREAM TILL I SAW A SPOT LIKE AN INKY BLOT COME FLOATING DOWN THE STREAM IT BOBBED AND SWUNG IT SHEARED AND HUNG IT ROMPED ROUND IN A RING SEEMED TO PLAY IN A TRICKSOM WAY IT SURE WAS A MERRY THING IN FREAKISH FLIGHTS STRANGE OILY LIGHTS CAME FLUTTERING ROUND ITS HEAD LIKE BUTTERFLIES OF A MONSTER SIZE THEN I KNEW IT FOR THE DEAD ITS FACE WAS RUBBED AND SLICKED AND SCRUBBED AS SMOOTH AS A SHAVEN PATE IN THE SILVER SNAKES THAT THE WATER MAKES IT GLEAMED LIKE A DINNER PLATE IT GURGLED NEAR AND CLEAR AND CLEAR AND LARGE AND LARGE IT GREW IT STOOD UPRIGHT IN A RING OF LIGHT AND IT LOOKED ME THROUGH AND THROUGH IT WELTERED ROUND WITH A WOOZY SOUND AND ERE I COULD RETREAT WITH THE WITLESS ROLL OF A SODDEN SOUL IT WANTONED TO MY FEET AND HERE I SWEAR BY THIS CROSS I WEAR I HEARD THAT FLOATER SAY I AM THE MAN FROM WHOM YOU RAN THE MAN YOU SOUGHT TO SLAY THAT YOU MAY NOTE AND GAZE AND GLOAT AND SAY REVENGE IS SWEET IN THE GRITTEN GRIME OF THE RIVER SLIME I AM ROTTING AT YOUR FEET
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