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 A little past the striving billows' reach, Or seek the russet mosses of the sea, And wrinkled shells that lure along the beach, And please the heart of Fancy; yet she turns, Tho' trembling, to a grotto rosy-sparred, Where wattled monsters redly gape, that guard A cowled magician peering on the damned Thro' vials wherein a splendid poison burns, Sifting Satanic gules athwart his brow. So Fancy will not gaze with him, and now She wanders to an iceberg oriflammed With rayed, auroral guidons of the North— Wherein hath winter hidden ardent gems And treasuries of frozen anadems, Alight with timid sapphires of the snow. But she would dream of warmer gems, and so Ere long her eyes in fastnesses look forth O'er blue profounds mysterious whence glow The coals of Tartarus on the moonless air, As Titans plan to storm Olympus' throne,