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Hither
,
and
thither
,
on
high
,
glided
the
snow-white
wings
of
small
,
unspeckled
birds
;
these
were
the
gentle
thoughts
of
the
feminine
air
;
but
to
and
fro
in
the
deeps
,
far
down
in
the
bottomless
blue
,
rushed
mighty
leviathans
,
sword-fish
,
and
sharks
;
and
these
were
the
strong
,
troubled
,
murderous
thinkings
of
the
masculine
sea
.
But
though
thus
contrasting
within
,
the
contrast
was
only
in
shades
and
shadows
without
;
those
two
seemed
one
;
it
was
only
the
sex
,
as
it
were
,
that
distinguished
them
.
Aloft
,
like
a
royal
czar
and
king
,
the
sun
seemed
giving
this
gentle
air
to
this
bold
and
rolling
sea
;
even
as
bride
to
groom
.
And
at
the
girdling
line
of
the
horizon
,
a
soft
and
tremulous
motion
--
most
seen
here
at
the
Equator
--
denoted
the
fond
,
throbbing
trust
,
the
loving
alarms
,
with
which
the
poor
bride
gave
her
bosom
away
.
Tied
up
and
twisted
;
gnarled
and
knotted
with
wrinkles
;
haggardly
firm
and
unyielding
;
his
eyes
glowing
like
coals
,
that
still
glow
in
the
ashes
of
ruin
;
untottering
Ahab
stood
forth
in
the
clearness
of
the
morn
;
lifting
his
splintered
helmet
of
a
brow
to
the
fair
girl
's
forehead
of
heaven
.
Oh
,
immortal
infancy
,
and
innocency
of
the
azure
!
Invisible
winged
creatures
that
frolic
all
round
us
!
Sweet
childhood
of
air
and
sky
!
how
oblivious
were
ye
of
old
Ahab
's
close-coiled
woe
!
But
so
have
I
seen
little
Miriam
and
Martha
,
laughing-eyed
elves
,
heedlessly
gambol
around
their
old
sire
;
sporting
with
the
circle
of
singed
locks
which
grew
on
the
marge
of
that
burnt-out
crater
of
his
brain
.
Slowly
crossing
the
deck
from
the
scuttle
,
Ahab
leaned
over
the
side
and
watched
how
his
shadow
in
the
water
sank
and
sank
to
his
gaze
,
the
more
and
the
more
that
he
strove
to
pierce
the
profundity
.
But
the
lovely
aromas
in
that
enchanted
air
did
at
last
seem
to
dispel
,
for
a
moment
,
the
cankerous
thing
in
his
soul
.
That
glad
,
happy
air
,
that
winsome
sky
,
did
at
last
stroke
and
caress
him
;
the
step-mother
world
,
so
long
cruel
--
forbidding
--
now
threw
affectionate
arms
round
his
stubborn
neck
,
and
did
seem
to
joyously
sob
over
him
,
as
if
over
one
,
that
however
wilful
and
erring
,
she
could
yet
find
it
in
her
heart
to
save
and
to
bless
.
From
beneath
his
slouched
hat
Ahab
dropped
a
tear
into
the
sea
;
nor
did
all
the
Pacific
contain
such
wealth
as
that
one
wee
drop
.
Starbuck
saw
the
old
man
;
saw
him
,
how
he
heavily
leaned
over
the
side
;
and
he
seemed
to
hear
in
his
own
true
heart
the
measureless
sobbing
that
stole
out
of
the
centre
of
the
serenity
around
.
Careful
not
to
touch
him
,
or
be
noticed
by
him
,
he
yet
drew
near
to
him
,
and
stood
there
.
Ahab
turned
.
"
Starbuck
!
"
"
Sir
.
"
