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| THE WIND took off with the sunset— | |
| The fog came up with the tide, | |
| When the Witch of the North took an Egg-shell | |
| With a little Blue Devil inside. | |
| “Sink,” she said, “or swim,” she said, | 5 |
| “It’s all you will get from me. | |
| And that is the finish of him!” she said, | |
| And the Egg-shell went to sea. | |
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| The wind fell dead with the midnight— | |
| The fog shut down like a sheet, | 10 |
| When the Witch of the North heard the Egg-shell | |
| Feeling by hand for a fleet. | |
| “Get!” she said, “or you’re gone,” she said, | |
| But the little Blue Devil said “No!” | |
| “The sights are just coming on,” he said, | 15 |
| And he let the Whitehead go. | |
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| The wind got up with the morning— | |
| The fog blew off with the rain, | |
| When the Witch of the North saw the Egg-shell | |
| And the little Blue Devil again. | 20 |
| “Did you swim?” she said. “Did you sink?” she said, | |
| And the little Blue Devil replied: | |
| “For myself I swam, but I think,” he said, | |
| “There’s somebody sinking outside.” | |
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