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'The game is done! I've won! I've won!'
Quoth she, and whistles thrice. [errata 1]

The Sun’s rim dips; the stars rush out:
At one stride comes the dark;
With far-heard whisper, o’er the sea,
Off shot the spectre-bark.

We listen'd and looked sideways up!
Fear at my heart, as at a cup,
My life-blood seem'd to sip!
The stars were dim, and thick the night,
The steerman's face by his lamp gleam'd white;
From the sails the dew did drip—
At the rising of the Moon.Till clombe above the eastern bar
The horned Moon, with one bright star
Within the nether tip.

Errata

  1. Original: Quoth she, and whistles thrice.

    A gust of wind sterte up behind
    And whistled through his bones;
    Through the holes of his eyes and the hole of his mouth,
    Half whistles and half groans.
    was amended to Quoth she, and whistles thrice. : detail