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Then the lights grow fast and furious,
 And you hear a noise of waters,
 And you wrestle, blind and dizzy,
 In an agony of effort,

Till a sudden lull accepts you,
 And you sound an utter darkness . . .
 And awaken . . . with a struggle . . .
 On a hushed, attentive audience.