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[G] 580 And Peter draws him to dry land; And through the brain of Peter pass Some poignant twitches, fast and faster; "No doubt," quoth he, "he is the Master Of this poor miserable Ass!" AND PETER DRAWS HIM TO DRY LAND AND THROUGH THE BRAIN OF PETER PASS SOME POIGNANT TWITCHES FAST AND FASTER NO DOUBT QUOTH HE HE IS THE MASTER OF THIS POOR MISERABLE ASS
 In his last sleep securely bound! So toward the stream his head he bent, And downward thrust his staff, intent The river's depth to sound. [61] 555 _Now_--like a tempest-shattered bark, That overwhelmed and prostrate lies, And in a moment to the verge Is lifted of a foaming surge-- Full suddenly the Ass doth rise! 560 His staring bones all shake with joy, And close by Peter's side he stands: While Peter o'er the river bends, The little Ass his neck extends, And fondly licks his hands. 565 Such life is in the Ass's eyes, Such life is in his limbs and ears; That Peter Bell, if he had been The veriest coward ever seen, Must now have thrown aside his fears. 570 The Ass looks on--and to his work Is Peter quietly resigned; He touches here--he touches there-- And now among the dead man's hair His sapling Peter has entwined. 575 He pulls--and looks--and pulls again; And he whom the poor Ass had lost, The man who had been four days dead, Head-foremost from the river's bed Uprises like a ghost! S WANDERING EYE IS FIXED THOUGHT HE THAT IS THE FACE OF ONE IN HIS LAST SLEEP SECURELY BOUND SO TOWARD THE STREAM HIS HEAD HE BENT AND DOWNWARD THRUST HIS STAFF INTENT THE RIVER'S DEPTH TO SOUND NOW LIKE A TEMPEST SHATTER'D BARK THAT OVERWHELMED AND PROSTRATE LIES AND IN A MOMENT TO THE VERGE IS LIFTED OF A FOAMING SURGE FULL SUDDENLY THE ASS DOTH RISE HIS STARING BONES ALL SHAKE WITH JOY AND CLOSE BY PETER'S SIDE HE STANDS WHILE PETER O'ER THE RIVER BENDS THE LITTLE ASS HIS NECK EXTENDS AND FONDLY LICKS HIS HANDS SUCH LIFE IS IN THE ASS'S EYES SUCH LIFE IS IN HIS LIMBS AND EARS THAT PETER BELL IF HE HAD BEEN THE VERIEST COWARD EVER SEEN MUST NOW HAVE THROWN ASIDE HIS FEARS THE ASS LOOKS ON AND TO HIS WORK IS PETER QUIETLY RESIGNED HE TOUCHES HERE HE TOUCHES THERE AND NOW AMONG THE DEAD MAN'S HAIR HIS SAPLING PETER HAS ENTWINED HE PULLS AND LOOKS AND PULLS AGAIN AND HE WHOM THE POOR ASS HAD LOST THE MAN WHO HAD BEEN FOUR DAYS DEAD HEAD FOREMOST FROM THE RIVER'S BED UPRISES LIKE A GHOST
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