It was a shipboard birth, as she sailed westward
On the grey sea, backing the wind.
At the nineth moon of her sail
Came her uneasement:
The wind retreated and ran towards her
Tugging her by the forelimb and hindlimb...
From her legs drawn apart,
Bursted forth a regular-pitched cry.
When the wind withdrew his hold on her,
The dolphins darted forth and back.
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