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And we came to the Isle of Shouting; we landed; a score of wild birds Cried from the topmost summit with human voices and words; Once in an hour they cried, and whenever their voices pealed, The steer fell down at the plow and the harvest died from the field, And the men dropt dead in the valleys, and half of the cattle went lame, And the roof sank in on the hearth, and the dwelling broke into flame; And the shouting of these wild birds ran into the hearts of my crew, Till they shouted along with the shouting, and seized one another and slew; But I drew them the one from the other; I saw that we could not stay, And we left the dead to the birds, and we sailed with our wounded away.