When old Noah stared across the floods, Sky and water melted into one Looking-glass of shifting tides and sun. Mountain-tops were few: the ship was foul: All the morn old Noah marvelled greatly At this weltering world that shone so stately, Drowning deep the rivers and the plains. Through the stillness came a rippling breeze; Noah sighed, remembering the green trees. Clear along the morning stooped a bird,— Lit beside him with a blossomed sprig. Earth was saved; and Noah danced a jig.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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