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And my bones he scattered among many isles and along the shores of happy alien mainlands. And for a moment, while they were far asunder, my soul was almost free. AND MY BONES HE SCATTERED AMONG MANY ISLES AND ALONG THE SHORES OF HAPPY ALIEN MAINLANDS AND FOR A MOMENT WHILE THEY WERE FAR ASUNDER MY SOUL WAS ALMOST FREE
 jealous of me because I had left the mud. It must be remembered that I could not weep. And the years went by seawards where the black barges go, and the great derelict centuries became lost at sea, and still I lay there without any cause to hope, and daring not to hope without a cause, because of the terrible envy and the anger of the things that could drift no more. Once a great storm rode up, even as far as London, out of the sea from the South; and he came curving into the river with the fierce East wind. And he was mightier than the dreary tides, and went with great leaps over the listless mud. And all the sad forgotten things rejoiced, and mingled with things that were haughtier than they, and rode once more amongst the lordly shipping that was driven up and down. And out of their hideous home he took my bones, never again, I hoped, to be vexed with the ebb and flow. And with the fall of the tide he went riding down the river and turned to the southwards, and so went to his home.  ME CARRIED BACK FOR THEY WERE JEALOUS OF ME BECAUSE I HAD LEFT THE MUD IT MUST BE REMEMBERED THAT I COULD NOT WEEP AND THE YEARS WENT BY SEAWARDS WHERE THE BLACK BARGES GO AND THE GREAT DERELICT CENTURIES BECAME LOST AT SEA AND STILL I LAY THERE WITHOUT ANY CAUSE TO HOPE AND DARING NOT TO HOPE WITHOUT A CAUSE BECAUSE OF THE TERRIBLE ENVY AND ANGER OF THE THINGS THAT COULD DRIFT NO MORE ONCE A GREAT STORM RODE UP EVEN AS FAR AS LONDON OUT OF THE SEA FROM THE SOUTH AND HE CAME CURVING INTO THE RIVER WITH A FIERCE EAST WIND AND HE WAS MIGHTIER THAN THE DREARY TIDES AND WENT WITH GREAT LEAPS OVER THE LISTLESS MUD AND ALL THE SAD FORGOTTEN THINGS REJOICED AND MINGLED WITH THINGS THAT WERE HAUGHTIER THAN THEY AND RODE ONCE MORE AMONGST A LORDLY SHIPPING THAT WAS DRIVEN UP AND DOWN AND OUT OF THEIR HIDEOUS HOME HE TOOK MY BONES NEVER AGAIN I HOPED TO BE VEXED WITH THE EBB AND FLOW AND WITH THE FALL OF THE TIDE HE WENT RIDING DOWN THE RIVER AND TURNED TO THE SOUTHWARDS AND SO WENT TO HIS HOME
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