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Rh Whose shores are blushing corallines most rare, Where ocean-fairies wander mailed in gems, Silently gliding through the branching bowers While far inland strange palaces are piled Profusely with pure ivory and gold—$3$ No lynx-eyed peril-affronting pioneer, Since the beginning, until yesterday, Dared violate thy sultry somnolence, Couch'd, a grim lion in thine ancient lair; Sullenly self-involved, impenetrable! Or if one ever bearded and aroused, Thy winds have spurn'd his unrevealing dust! Yea, in thy fiery deserts, in the pomp Of lurid evenings, crimson, warm, like blood, Thou dost devour thine own dark children, crouch'd About thy cruel knees, dark Africa!