Over
the monstrous shambling sea,
Over the Caliban sea, Bright
Ariel-cloud, thou lingerest: Oh
wait, oh wait, in the warm red West,— Thy Prospero I’ll be. Over
the humped and fishy sea, Over the Caliban sea O
cloud in the West, like a thought in the heart Of
pardon, loose thy wing, and start, And do a grace for me. Over
the huge and huddling sea, Over the Caliban sea, Bright
hither my brother Antonio, —Man, — My
injurer: night breaks the ban: Brother, I pardon thee. |
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