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Blow! swiftly blow, thou keel-compelling gale!

Till the broad Sun withdraws his lessening ray:

Then must the Pennant-bearer slacken sail,

That lagging barks may make their lazy way.125 Ah! grievance sore, and listless dull delay, To waste on sluggish hulks the sweetest breeze! What leagues are lost, before the dawn of day, Thus loitering pensive on the willing seas, The flapping sail hauled down to halt for logs like these!