IV.

Great leaves of that disgusting weed they brought, And some chopped fine to chew, and also snuff, Whereof they gave to each, but who once caught The taste, from him the strangely-smelling stuff Took all good sense, nor said he ever, “hold! enough;” The ocean’s voice he heard as tho’ it spake To some one else; his own grew thick and gruff, And half asleep and scarcely half awake, An everlasting puffing, puffing he did make.