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CYRANO: The tide! I' th' witching hour when the moon woos the wave, I laid me, fresh from a sea-bath, on the shore--. And, failing not to put head foremost--for. The hair holds the sea-water in its mesh--. I rose in air, straight! straight! like angel's flight, And mounted, mounted, gently, effortless,. . .